Swing low, salty water tides,
Reveal a path so I may walk home.
Swing back, high tide is time,
Erase my path so they don’t follow me home.
I look up to heaven and what did I see?
The moon’s full face smiling at me.
Again I looked up to heaven expecting to see,
A new moon of black was looking at me.
Originally posted on Cult of Kim, 4 February 2019.