Thursday Poem: Dreams Like Waves

Dreams Like Waves

These are our own small dreams
flung like waves against the solid rocks
that fill this rough stormy world
to trickle back to the sea in defeat,
only to be thrown forward
once again against these cliffs.

Slowly the rock will learn to take
the shape the waves demand
and to be sculpted by time
and all it throws against us
while we stand here
waiting for it to happen
knowing there is nowhere else
and we can only be these rocks.

Even though we know one day
we will be worn away, down
to just these grains of sand
the wind blows across these beaches
and we will be long forgotten.