Singing for the Shore

I know your voice, you are the wolf,
howling when I’m bright, close to the gulf.
There are those who say it’s wrong
that you expect to hear my song.

We never had our timing right;
misunderstood, sometimes we’d fight,
and I know it was the tide
that always took you from my side.

You are Neptune
and I am the Moon
pulling you toward friendly shores;
I’m tired of these blues of yours.

You say you feel the wave approach,
a whirling, swirling Charybdis coach.
I’ll dive down and a mermaid be
and strive to bring you home with me.