That Is You Poem by Angela R. M. Ferrer

High tide...that is the effect of a round moon up in the air
Such a befitting term that never fails to amaze people

Like the heart, when close to its round moon, its beat fastens
and causes catostrophic things.

Afterwards, the round moon becomes far again
And loses its half or perhas becomes a crescent moon.

All is lost with the going of the moonlight
And its powerful gravitation on the sea that is you.