Reflection of a Stargazer

Perennial

So many times has love been compared to a flower--
how it blossoms slowly and with such beauty,
how it withers, and, eventually, how it dies.
But I have seen love firsthand so many times
and to me is ever perennial in its endurance
and need for constant renewal.
It is not that it is a shallow or even finite well,
but it is that so often that we forget in our haste
to even send the bucket down again.
For some this is a laboring and strange task
and for others, oh, dear, we do nothing
but want to sit at that side of those stones
and pull that rope for all of time.
When the plant has not been watered,
it will shrink inward and dry up.
But it is resilient in the same way as the sea
that pounds great rocks into sand.
For when we take the chance to struggle with that rope
and retrieve water from the well,
this dry twig can roar back to life.
And, we are the same way, my dear.
Is it not strange that even as we thirst,
we refuse to let someone retrieve that water?