Chained to the moon

Creatures of the night and habit
The phases and the phrases
Spoken, much the same
Are we much like the moon in that way?

Tilting and shifting
A gradual slide
Through the spectrums of consciousness
We are wide awake
Much like this moon

And as the tides within us, settle like the waves
And lower, like the tides
We find ourselves calm again

Until the next, high tide