rest – Opinions Of Eye

Restless

“I am so tired – so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually.” ― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

forensicate

Exhausted, breathless from every chase

Every path comes back on itself

I’m no farther down the road

Then when I first began

Lessons learned but hard to follow

I repeat them again on this crazy journey

I suppose the simplicity of what I am

Is clearest in the darkness of wandering

If I’ve found one thing that’s sure and true

Peace is precious and hard to find

Harder to get and even harder to keep

If the wars on the outside put me in

The wars on the inside put me out
There is no rest and perhaps

That’s the next step

This rest that evades me

Will continue to hide

Until I find the peace

That cries in the night

Timid Creature – Peace hides in circumstances

“Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.”
― Albert Einstein

Peace, your a timid creature.

I want to hold you, but,
as soon as I reach for you,

you disappear,
darting behind circumstances.

I can hear you moving,
never seeing you for long.

In the end,
I must let you come to me,

resting by my side,
as I rest by yours.

12082011

Harmony of Red

“I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?

Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness…
I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted.” – Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red

Mceklips

I hear the harmony of red, the sound coloring

the morning and evening blanket of night.

Tactile hallucinations of reality, melody of tints

bringing peace to spinning clouds.

Expressions of earths fiery embers, born in my soul,

songs of red seas to greet the darkened sky.

Eyes of primal mystery, songs of the black forest

redvisions of night reflected in searching eyes.

A harmonious melody, red repossesses

the land of my aching soul.

Be still now swirling colors of misty confusion

Red brings rest in her arms….

Also published in Wingposse, October 2012

08162012

Harmony of Red

“I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?

Mceklips

I hear the harmony of red, the sound coloring

the morning and evening blanket of night.

Tactile hallucinations of reality, melody of tints

bringing peace to spinning clouds.

Expressions of earths fiery embers, born in my soul,

songs of red seas to greet the darkened sky.

Eyes of primal mystery, songs of the black forest

redvisions of night reflected in searching eyes.

A harmonious melody, red repossesses

the land of my aching soul.

Be still now swirling colors of misty confusion

Red brings rest in her arms….

Also published in Wingposse, October 2012

08162012

Don’t Run – A lover’s cry to his beloved

“After all, it’s one thing to run away when someone’s chasing you.

It’s entirely another to be running all alone.”

– Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

“You can run,” Dorian said in a neutral tone that did nothing to lessen the intensity of his expression, “but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to.”
― Nalini Singh, Play of Passion

glogster

I call for you, though its dark all around

I know you can’t see me but you can hear the sound,

don’t run

No one has seen the little girl in your eyes

I know you my little one, my love is no surprise,

don’t run

In spite of all you’ve done to push me away

I still call out, hoping you will stay,

don’t run

Apart from others that call and hide

My love goes beyond them all, I can’t deny,

don’t Run

Come to me my sweet, scared little one

rest in my arms, yes, rest till your done,

don’t run.

09192011