A Driving Force - Tumblr Posts

From the shoreline, you can hear the waves.

They rock, back and forth, a repeated rhythm.

They care not for the fish that linger underneath,

Nay they tarry not for the boats made of wood or metal.

The sun has no affect, for the sun they dare not pause

Oh! But the moon-!

The moon is the most beautiful thing in the water's eyes.

And the waves reach for the moon night after night, day after day.

But what does the moon care? Does it care for the waves in the creak? The river? The lake? The ocean? 

Does it admire how relentlessly the water reaches?

Does it notice how it is loved?

I can not say.

I am not the moon, bright, beautiful and wise. I am not the reflection of the suns light.

I am the wave upon the shore. The relentless driving force for ones I love. 

Do they love me back, you ask.

Does it matter? I answer.

They are the thing most precious to me. I will always chase them. Help them. Love them.

Swoosh-crash!