Moon/Tidal Waves

Words fail me
Incoherence to describe
The currents of my
Emotional state

The circumstance
Of when this began
I, a child of twenty three
And running away

A dance developed
Individual dyfunction
Stepping stone pattern
Of a need bred mate

We built this kingdom
Of refuge for each other
From all the things
We pretended to hate

This stranger who's glow
I spent every day
He was the moon
And I the tidal waves

I can't explain
How I'm lost again
Shipwrecked vessel
No achor or shore