Look, flow and ebb! High tide, low tide!
Of them the earth is not too tired!
The Moon with her web has caught the sea –
Together with you, together with me.
High tide, low tide! Them are waterguns fired
With winds in face, with billows wide.
The God of Ocean, singing his song,
There rides his boisterous horses along.
High tide, low tide! No place to hide!
Who'd fallen in love with them? Oh, my, I'd!
For I am a nerve, feel'n' the Moon's secret web –
High tide, low tide, ebb and flow, flow and ebb.
(21st of May, 2013)
