Swing your feet

So what are your hopes and dreams?

Those things that make you float.

What are your peeves and fears?

What really gets your goat?

When you open your morning eyes, 

And decide to swing your feet, 

Do you notice the light reach in

To pull you off your seat?

Just beyond the corner, 

You never quite seem to turn, 

Hope will spring eternal.

The star with an infinite burn.

The Eye

Around a single point

The icy wind begins to bend.

An ever-tightening spiral

Of howling power

Swift to send

Every object

In its warring path

Somewhere further

From its cutting blast.

The divisive force

(It would appear)

Is doomed to miss

What's very near.

Right within 

Its savage flow, 

The eye looks out

To watch the show.

Her

A playful beauty resides

In the moments allowed to be,

When thought is drowned in rapids,

As river runs to sea.

Do words enrich her presence?

Or push her into shade?

Her voice at once a siren.

A toll is to be paid.

Sacrifice the present.

Let Ego fade to dust.

Melt into her river.

Feel its fecund thrust.

When it's over, you'll return, 

Floating in a sea.

'Of my creation or hers?'

Silly Ego, 

Let it be.