How Do You?

Want is as deep as the ocean. Where does one wave start and where does it end? When does the surf shift, and how does the bar move the wave? With time changes take place and even the ocean does not have control. Love is like two drops of ocean mist, they may mesh, and become a part of a bigger love, or one may evaporate, and go to naught. So, where does the wave return to, and where does the wave end? Perhaps it never ends and that is the enigma we know as the ocean and an enigma that only God knows the answer to. Ocean breakers, ocean curls, gentle waves made by the salt water that knows only glistening sandy shores as it's retainer. Where is that mysterious drop that calls upon even the dew to join her? It is the destiny of even the dew from the morning air to get lost in this vast body. Drawn in, and captivated only to lose itself, as the ocean continues on her way. The shore line holds her but she is not always bound. She has escaped the shore line if only momentary, to venture a little farther, collecting and gathering as she will. But the destiny of the sea will see is to quench until she herself is quenched.