Quietness, Something to Consider… Or Not (2 Poems)

Quietness

Like diamonds glistening in glaciers

Or sapphires sailing in the sky…

I listen to the sound of silence,

Expecting no reply.

I do not need an answer

To questions never asked.

I simply wait… and listen…

In the quietness I bask,

Like a creature of deep luxury

With no great need to fill…

A winged being just balancing

On a high and windless hill.

It comes to me on silken waves,

This sense of relaxation

From all that seems so immediate,

I am merely one creation

Of that which lives and breathes alone

Yet is part of all around,

A spirit force of energy

Enveloped in lack of sound.

Cushioned from the noise and stress

Of that which is imposed,

My inner source rejoices as

The bud becomes a rose.

Resplendent in the shimmering waves

Embracing what is me…

A moment of such rainbow hue

Upon my distant sea…

Beckoning, though silent,

As my wings now sense the breeze

That filters through the atmosphere

To set my being free…

And welcome it to distant lands

Where the climate is soft and mild,

And I… the one who patiently waits…

Become the newborn child.

Something to Consider… Or Not

Do not insist that he love you forever…

A fatal flaw indeed.

But if he offers those tender words…

It’s all quite lovely, indeed.

Yet… “forever” is an awfully long time

And I question its use at all.

If I were the lad in question,

I’d find reason enough to stall.

Why not just appreciate

The here… the now… as best.

For if you demand that he sign in blood

To prove he has passed “the Test”.

You may simply be left with his signature

Upon a sheet most blank

and who then, my dear, is responsible?

You’ve only yourself to thank.

I do not wish to sound the cynic

Nor spread a brusque alarm…

But your insistence upon a promise

Could cause less good than harm.

And while you’re at it, consider this:

Will he change his ways for you?

Another fatal flaw, my sweet,

Best to adjust your view.

Do you care enough for this fine young chap

To accept him for what he is?

Or had you planned to reform the cad

With your own black magic… whiz!

I must once again remind you

That such change is self-induced

And I might ask, while we’re at it,

Have your strange ways been reduced?

Each of us is a person…

A person within his (her) own right.

And before you determine to remodel,

Don’t overestimate your sights.

And yet… if chemistry and love and opportunity

Bring you together in time…

Then hurrah for Love Eternal

And ignore this silly rhyme!