Waves

Affection rises with a cliff in front
It has to build up to overcome
even for the thrill of not coming back down

Affection runs away with open terrain right in front
It is that much easier to spread to all fronts
There is no cohesive force from within

There is so much demand on romance
Yet romantic feeling needs to draw so much from outside
a piece of floating cloud, grass, a petal of flowers
a smiling boy, a weeping girl
How is one funneling all these back to the single love
from outside in or inside out
a wave out of all the blue waves
not at this moment but forever into the time
Should we freeze the wave at its peak
should we simple ignore the groove
as if the wave should have been cut out in our definition
against the physics or human nature