Eye of the Storm

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
quiver
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
kiss.
~
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
apart.
~
I am the calmness
inside
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.

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

16 thoughts on “Eye of the Storm”

  1. Great emotions in here. Fantastic poem and pair! ‘Our strength is equal’ — I just love that, there’s so much respect 🙂

  2. I read this poem three times, and each time it became more powerful. As you know, the subject resonates deeply with me, and the way you phrased it is a thing of beauty. I love it.

    “Sweep it up then
    swirl it around
    take it high and
    see it fly, carried
    on the wings of your
    fallen angels
    kiss.”

    This stanza blew me away. I do believe our fallen angels visit us with kisses. (http://cjschlottman-mypoems.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-once-more.html)

    Namaste……….cj

  3. Wonderful to be loved by such a man! Stunning, tender, wistful…well, how many adjetives should I use? I like it very much! This is my first visit to you as I just joined your group on Poets Unlimited. I am looking forward to reading more of your work. Hugs, pat

  4. What really touched me in this piece is the deep and very personal reflective tone as well as the sense of wistfulness that lingers throughout ! Really beautiful and moving !
    Thank you so much for sharing !

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