The Tide and The Sea

You are the tide;

I am the sea.

Constant as the stars,

You come back to me.

Rising with the sun,

You ride on the wind,

Waiting for no one

To pull you in.

Steady and sure 

I wait for regress

Longing to feel

Your gentle caress.

Slowly but surely

You swell and deplete

Shaping so swiftly

Then running in retreat.

You are the tide;

I am the sea.

Constant as the stars,

You come back to me.