Ripples flow from where I stand,
as the wind carry them further.
Losing structure the farther they run,
until they disappear.
Taking a step creates more ripples.
followed by more and more.
Never to catch up the first one,
Destined to be behind.
Eventually they also disappear,
like two lovers lost at sea.
One chasing the other,
until the very end.
Ripples are romantic and tragic,
all at the same time.
Never to stop chasing each other,
Never to end up together.
