Crashing Waves A Cliff Will Hit
The water yet crashed upon the rocks,
And the rocks felt nothing.
The wind blew ever fierce.
Each wave resisted and resented.
Until one day till the cliff caved,
Only to reveal one harder.
What was made was a thing of beauty,
And yet it was a beauty ever waning.
The wind slowed to a cool breeze,
And we had thought that there might yet be peace.
But no, the wind is a force of its own
It will blow when it will.
How hard and how cold are the cliffs,
And how steady the wind.
How hard and how cold my heart it does hit,
And how steady it beats.
© 2013 Matthew Camphuis, all rights reserved.