Moon

You, my dear,
You are the moon:
You control the tide
The waves that splashes on the shore-
You manipulate
With a force invisible
To the naked eye.

I, my dear,
I am that tide,
Going back and forth
Gently, then forcefully crashing at the shore.
You, dear moon
You control it all.

And I am helpless.
Baby, I am helpless.