Just For You Poetry

Rocks against which tormented waves crash
into whirlpools of desolation
wondering why

Knowing that there are depths beneath where
calm and peace can still the mind
only for the good

Just elusive dreams too deep to find for the
ungodly, too far away to reach
for the unbelieving

And so they thrash at the foot of mountains
too high to climb, weep into the tide
swimming against it

Then drown without ever having embraced
the rocks, admired the mountains, rested
on the tide of time

Angry young waves that are frightened
and lost, spinning in whirlpools
always wondering why.


© Stella Armour 2016