Faces in the Foam

It's in [y]our eyes. It's in [y]our smile.
Words that sound strangely familiar, I've said them so many times before.
Like waves that dash time and time again on the rock wall.

I often wonder, though; everything has a beginning. So when, how and where did this start? We know it began with you. So that's out of the way, we can move on.

Oh running rivers,
Shores that rivers caress!
Oh waves that wipe down crumpled shores,
Why do I see faces in the foam?

Even rock walls crumble some day. Am I to reinforce it or demolish it?

No matter how much time passes, this rock wall will always miss the familiar feeling of waves on it. And continue to blame itself. As will I.

But try as hard as it may, this rock wall can't join the frolicking waves. Sadly it watches on, trying to push the waves away, trying not to hurt them and saving them from pain.

Secretly hoping the waves will never stop trying, and hoping someday they will understand.