Skipping Stones...

A Pebble tossed from shore, into the depths of a quiet still lake.

Flying threw the sky, but only so high, until at last, the silence breaks.

With a splash and a blast, the water so fast, and the ripples extending in wake.

A skipping stone, with each skip slowed, Behold!!!... the lake is now awake.

 

That only took a moment... The stone is gone... The water still shows some activity...

The Stone is you, The Water my Soul, The Ripples echos of a moment so vividly.

Perhaps it was fate, for one flying so high, to land here within my proximity.

Instant affinity, at least coming from me, that persist even threw a eternity.

 

As you skipped across my soul, in voice, in words, in affection and in touch.

Every interaction, spawned increasing attraction, in a way I'll never know again as such.

And as you settled, much like the pebble, you dove deeper into my soul...

Even as deep as the deepest dark reaches, adding yourself to my whole...

 

Ripples pass... Water stills... Back to normal, all is well?

A moment passed, it seems so fast,.. Was it real? Who can tell?

A moment made memory... A memory made emotion... A emotion made pain.

Now I make my own ripples... Right here in my ocean... As tear-drops in lieu of your reign...

Waiting for a moment, an eternal moment,... that I may never experience again...

 

Perhaps I wait in vain...

 

Moments... Are like a flash in the pan, so many pass us by without much notice.

A chance encounter, A virtue empowered, A clear day when all else seems hopeless.

Yet we spend our time, chasing material possessions, locking ourselves in,.. and being alone.

As for myself? Forever searching these shores,.. Where you used to Soar.... for your Stone.