The sea and the moon quite close together
Whispering to each other, try not to bother
The faraway stars who attempt rather
To overhear their harmonious chatter
But they fail in the struggle, no matter.
The moon wants to drown in water
But he marvels on his shade improper
While the sea is a very good plotter
Always trying to raise his hands as locker
Never to take custody of the watcher.
The whispering between the two continues forever
The sea works as a shrewd persuader
But the moon is also a descent dissuader
Both talk about unification as stalker
In a never ending struggle of slaughter.