Reach

The moon pulls, pulls and tugs
the tide to swell and sway.
Celestial body, though it is,
it never has its way.
The oceans wait in place
and moon remains in dreadful dearth,
dry and thirsty for a taste
of Heaven, it calls Earth.
It so revolves, as blue rotates
and answers to its call.
The waters rise, but never reach
before they once again fall.

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