Ode to Embraces

Is it rock or wave that embraces
I've wondered
mountain or mist
child or mother?
Does river run through valley
and armies through battles
when you fall
does the earth rise to meet you
like lovers seeking the forbidden?
Is love made of I-love-you
or is it the thrust of a heart
into history and tomorrow
looking for a petal and perfume
coming up with dried leaf
and other archeologies
of heart decay
and yet have heart enough
to murmur,
'everything will be alright'?