The moon crawls up slow over the ocean
Water seeps about our perching rock
Tides arise sounding the motion
Lapping, seeping soft around the dock

Barnacle and bladderwack touch to skin
Squishing onto shins and roughened feet
Billowing strands in undulation
Come alive in the water's rising sheet

I could be the moon over your ocean
I could rise up in your wide sky
I could lift the wind for your sails
I could raise your highest tide

Seasons come and go, everything changes
Images in clouds passing by
The picture emerging rearanges
Soft in the hues of morning sky

I could be the moon over the ocean
I could rise up in the wide sky
I could lift the wind for their sails
When midnight winds subside