"But,"

she said to him.

"You have to see.

He is the full moon,

and I am the sea.

Though I reach for your shores,

he has his claim on me.

Pause.

"Yes,"

he said to her.

"That I will understand—

he is the moon. But you are the sun—

brilliant until he raises his hand.

So I ask you, sea and sun,

After his shadow passes,

will you still wash

will you still shine

on my sand?"