A Break from Shore

Your sun sinks behind the horizon
But your easel of colors
Fades, this last time, to grey.
I stand in sorrow as you part my sky,
And from your darkened shore,
Pull my tide swiftly away.
Your abandonment leaves me with only the sullen moon
That draws me from the safety of your shore.
As you force me to recede,
Broken shells mask what used to be;
Can the beach ever look as it did before?
But when at the longest distance
My tide does rest,
Your merciless moon takes hold once more.
More violent than I did first recede,
I curl; I swell; I crash upon your shore.
Your moon of love controls the sea
With a condescending hand,
While my tide of hurt will never break
Pilgrimage to your land.