This poem, by Kalen Dion, is a piece about the permanence and transience of love. It brings to mind the ebb and flow, the constant change, and the playful nature, of the tides of passion.
Love is not constant. Love is not love without freedom. Love is organic. Love is ever changing, yet always the same. As the river never holds the same water, yet its shores are always present.
Would you stop its churning, that you may enjoy it in still perpetuity, like stopping time, and rob it of all that makes it bitter and sweet? Sorrowful and joyful? Painful and passionate? Or would you find comfort in its beauty, in spite of its passing?
I too have been a stone, who weeps for the continuous farewell of moving waters. But love, in its violent compassion, wore me into sand and drove me to the ocean.
Love never disappears. It simply replaces its garments. It wears an ever changing face. It is a playful dance. The grains of sand which chase the retreating tide, and the sea who turns wistfully, to fall back into the embrace of the ever wanting shore.
Love is not to be held, but cherished, as soft winds which cool the summer heat, if only for a moment.