The moon has always been
the ocean’s most jealous lover.
But every time he has tried
to fully control her tides,
she has turned into
a terrible tempest
and broken through his chains
with such fury,
only allowing him
the illusion of control
on her smallest, weakest tides.

Woman, you are the ocean.
And no one, not even the moon itself
is allowed to control
your glorious, beautiful tides….!