expression of water
my affection is a lot like a fountain
gushing proudly to a peak
and falling uncontrollably.
it sometimes seems to disappear
but it is merely recycled and
waits eagerly to express itself
a fountain is much like my affection
it is complex, has many layers
and often has vast happenings behind the scenes.
but it is beautiful
there's just something so majestic in the water's controllable freedom.
love has its own DNA.
there are remnants of it on fountain floors but it has a different way of embracing itself.
much like a waterfall - hard to find for those who search for it diligently but unmasks itself to the lost wanderer.
it is powerful.
able to keep dreams afloat and passions buoyant.
able to give light to a darkened civilization
and yet it is clumsy.
it sometimes drops those so sure of its safety.
as if time itself has been gripped by the neck, its speed decreases.
you look around and it seems like you have been given a new sparkle.
one that you have longed for like a breath beyond a mask.
you see glimpses of rainbows
and caves full of discoveries
you are still falling.
you are still enjoying it.