The pale moonlight manages a faint glow on the coarse sand
The waves crash onto the shore, hoping to gather all the sand it touched
Shedding light as she passes, the Moon strides onward
The waves crash louder but their beckoning is never heard

She keeps moving towards the horizon with no plans to rest
The Tide keeps chasing, calling; she ignores their behest
She is and always will be bound to the sky
The waves can never have her, they still wonder why

The waves race to try and match her stride
The Tide cries out in the night
"Can't you see my struggle? Can't you hear my plight?"
"I jump as high as I can just to be in your light"

The Moon continues roving the sky without a reply
For such a nomad as her, she never wanders far
And so the waves will chase and so the waves will crash
For them the Moon's beauty, will surely never be marred