194. A Moments Peace

Look to see.

Not I. Not I.

With infirmity of hand and eye,

Can see and tell,

What’s near.

What’s nigh.

Below the drifting, fleeing sky.

Look to see.

The knots and knots,

Binding bones within their slots.

Still. Silent. Still.

Have-nots. Will-nots.

Conform at will.

Look to see,

Not I, but I,

With elder-pen and bloodshot eye,

Bound in an out,

Can break and sigh,

For a peace both near and nigh.

K. Aldaya, 4/11/06

Picture: “The Open Sky” by foureyes on Deviant Art; http://www.deviantart.com/art/the-open-sky-2681736

193. Eternal Love

Love.

A warm hearth-glow,

Deep, deep inside,

Not tangible….,

But found far below.

Where it can hide,

And remain forever,

A distant reminder,

When time fades away.

That to love, is to live,

And to love is to stay.

For love is eternal;

As winds would ne’er dare,

To put out a flame of such hope and such care.

K. Aldaya, 3/26/06

Picture: “Love Couple” by BiH-Serbia on Deviant Art; http://bih-serbia.deviantart.com/art/Love-couple-292733355

192. Nothing

I am nothing, and nothing will I be.

The world cannot create a joy,

Where none was meant to be.

Though to myself I may want life,

Life may not want me;

To e’er be fully-happy.

Though this itself is but a lie,

As fleeting as our lives,

For who can ever hope to die,

Having seen through heavens’ eyes?

O’ God why give life so devoid,

To beings who know its’ loss?

Where happiness: merely a dream,

Can’t be held-firm, time-across?

What then makes us keep going?

When nothing’s all there is?

When nothing’s what you get?

When nothing’s gained in end?

Just nothing…..nothing.

K. Aldaya, 2/20/06

Picture: “Twist in the Dark” by Nicola Bertellotti; http://derelictmetropolis.tumblr.com/post/33052711013/twist-in-the-dark-by-nicola-bertellotti

191. Love is Such a Dismal Thing

Love is such a dismal thing but why is it thou so?

When all we do is separate the word from what we know…,

To be the hope for what may grow?

To be more then the cost given of the pervading years.

More then all we come to call our lives of o’er-spent tears.

O’ is love salvation for the tears?

Or just a hope to grant us years?

Love is such a dismal thing but why is it thou so?

When love is the only true thing on Earth for hope to sow…,

To nourish us so we can grow?

Then why is it love feels so wrong?

Shouldn’t it feel okay?

To feel, and hope, and know love,

Just for the word we say?

As more then other words could convey?

For more then what may come our way?

For love is such a dismal thing but why is it thou so?

When all we do is separate the word from what we know;

To be the hope for what may grow?

K. Aldaya, 1/27/06

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://www.glamquotes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Lost_love1.jpg

190. Eye-light

Captured in your raptured-glare:

Eyes of light and love.

I find therein a path to walk,

As those of gold above.

A firm and steady road of earth,

Previously unknown of.

Blossoming-trees serenade,

With pastel-petal,

Beyond which lies a tranquil-stream,

Sparkling with waters cool;

And reflecting in sun-shadows,

Our silhouettes fascicule.

To touch waters there which flow,

Is to touch silk-pure,

Of a sapphire-blue so lavish,

As to surely deter,

One’s eyes from straying ‘way the scene,

Of the love your eyes infer.

K. Aldaya, 12/28/05

Picture: Roswell: Jason Behr and Shiri Appleby; http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PA4w178vPPc/TyW04cs9jMI/AAAAAAAAGvA/TqwI_nvn648/s1600/Max%2Band%2BLiz3.jpg