As he navigated through the waters I watched and noted the turbulent waves and ripples that were violently left in his wake. He was careless and self absorbed, unaware. Not once, but twice. I imagined he perceived himself powerful and attractive burrowing through the calm...and then, he was gone.
Soon another came with less forcefulness yet they too caused waves and ripples that notably affected their surroundings. They demanded attention by their very presence. As they departed the waves spread a great distance until the calm resumed.
After the waves settled, "they" coasted through with a sense of respect and peace. They left ripples, hardly discernible though serene. And then they too, were gone. For a while. They reappeared in time after others had left their mark in the waters.
In solitude I wondered what I could learn from their travels. And I realized that each were like lovers moving through hearts. Stirring up waves of emotion, upheaval, wrecklessness, calm, peace and tranquility...encountering and affecting all in their wake like the storms that rip through and devastate our lives until they pass. And then I revisited my own heart and searched for the turbulence, violence, ripples and waves they've left on my heart and soul. Indeed they are there. Some more profound, some less remarkable. But they were there whether under the surface or highly visible. They were there.
I ponder in my heart, the strong yearning that I have always had for a calm and secure lover. A lover that leaves ripples that soothe me, comfort me and assure me. One that speaks with his heart, touches me tenderly with his hands and looks at me lovingly with affection in his eyes. Will I ever know him? Alas, I do not know! But what I do know is that I can live in the calm that comes after the tumult. This I've been doing a long time. I'm weary but have hope that like the last traveler, love will follow the turmoil and come back around to find me. Perhaps...
~Linda~
