The Moon's Great Choice

The moon is blind,
As it sits silent
And unmoving in,
The everlasting night.

And below him
Stands my ocean
At slackwater
The same.

Awaiting the command,
Of his wax or his wane,
Determining the fate
Of my transatlantic deep.

One way will unleash it,
The booming voice of this blue,
Setting free it's tempest;
To lay seige unto the rocks.

Then it's influence shall spread,
from coastline and to shore,
And with the barricades broken
The land and sea become one.

The other will recede mine,
Pulling it back into the squall.
Where ignorant it will be to
The wonderous joining it could have caused.

But it's his choice to decide;
Be it forward or be it back,
And the decision will live,
In infamy shaping my world for on and on.