Tidal

If you are lunar, I am tidal, constantly affected by your distance from me. When you're near, I'm strong. I ebb when you're away. During the day, I cycle for the people and animals that depend on me for life, entertainment, and beauty. At night I await the full moon that exposes me and shows me just how far I am supposed to go on land. My love for you is still there whether you wax or wane, but this new moon has left me confused and churning. I try to flow normally, but it's almost impossible without your rays shimmering on my waters that reflect the map of stars you feel so lost in. How long will this new moon last? I want to see the man in the moon who lulls me to sleep amongst the hurricanes and pollution on this earth. Come back lunar.