Wading

The ripples              
in space            
expand              
Into infinite waters . . .           
Much like my life with you.              
A ripple touches            
Another and another,            
blending and fading          
from center
My love for you came from      
The dawning of touch          
             
I know where the ripples go . . .    
Out to sea.        
When I stand on the desolate beach              
I feel the ripples crash        
upon our sandy feet and cross          
oceans to other shores              
of those who wish to wade          
in someone else's life              
             
And when I stare at the ocean              
I see ripples of memories              
From all times and seasons              
From every great love and broken heart . . .              
It is why we are entranced by the ocean.              
We know we touch the infinite              
Though we know not where the infinite began.              
But here, this tiny ripple,              
That I touched with my finger              
This ripple began with you.