The wind always feels lonely when it whines and moans for a gust that’s as ephemeral as it.
For company, it blows across the surface of water to create waves who turn out to have the same desire.
Small waves wonder if they’re alone, never knowing their true nature as chop on the sliding face of larger Will.
The time it takes for such waves to break are moments of salty tears.
Hundreds of feet between imagined waves are where they drink their sorrow.
Time cries for itself, alone in the song of smaller waves missing each other dearly.
Filed under: Loneliness, Taoist Quotes, Time and Reality, Water Tagged: space, Time
