tidal

cycles of solid and liquid elements
once ventured to bathe the crumbling cliff
high up in the night sky
a faceless moon organized all
timings, lengths, intensities
distantly close
pulled apart by larger forces
its orbit slowly deviating
from the programmed path
agreed to countless ages before
the tilting grew larger and larger
as time went by
no more cycles or tides
just a crumbling cliff
trying to remain high and tall
despite the daily dry erosion
facing the dark side
of a once shiny moon