The wall was built long ago, but what’s to be done if eyes don’t see beyond the watermark left in rainbow pools of longing from too many tears having been shed.
Do we sail quietly away as evening falls, silent, through her sky, or do we stay, hold the dream within and if we can….Keep breathing.
If love could build a bridge between your heart and mine then, somewhere in time’s vast expanse we may yet cross the great divide to where a promise still lays in wait, if enduring love ever decrees those walls will tumble, crumble once more, softly to the ground.

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Shared at Jenny Matlock Saturday Centus week #58 (The wall was built)

This is something I wrote a few years ago but, thought it apt for the Jenyy Matlock promt about walls.

Eye of the Storm

I am the calmness
(eye of the storm)
inside the busy tempest
of you.
You are all the winds
that blow
untamed and oft times
dangerous to know.
You drive me wild
as you touch me.
Caress and tease my
senses ’til I
at the core.
You whip up my
heart like autumnal leaves.
Sweep it up then
swirl it around
take it high and
see it fly, carried
on the wings of your
fallen angels
I revel in the sway
of your currents
and ride the crest
of your thermals
the eye
(my heart)
always keeping
you from ripping us
I am the calmness
your storm
our strength is equal
and, pure energy born.



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I used to call my late partner my Tornado Cat because (Her name was Cathie but, she loved being called Cat and, her life was like a constant tornado. She was hyper and always on the go. Her energy knew no limits and exhausted me. She would tell me that because I was so laid back and calm, I was the calmness she needed and sought, the eye of her storm. I grounded her, soothed, slowed her thinking down so that she could relax. so, I was literally, the eye of her life’s storm.

Shared with  BluebellBooks Blogspot- Thursday Short Story Slam storms, tornados