The oceans reach out
to the moon each night
as if the waters longed
to be with the moon.

A futile effort of which
it's merit is for not.

I have dreams were
the moon is so big,
so magnificent that
the sea and the lakes
overcome the beaches
and shores to flood
the countries; along
with all the little cities
in the countries
and all the little
neighborhoods in
the cities.

As if the all the bodies
of water could not
stand the idea that this
was as close as the moon could get.

Those luminescent beams
shooting through clouds only
to caress the waters surface
with ripples of light.

The world torn apart
by the longing held by a
lover who would never
realize its woo.

I wonder how many
worlds have been
destroyed
like this.