If peace seperates into serenity and all equals a calm; then when we think of peace and tranquility, we really are only looking into the eye of the storm.

The storm is a blinding light that flashes when true anger comes to bear, and things are said in wasteful haste, that makes us seem like we really just don't care.

Definite pictures form in our  minds, whenever we're apart, but too often promises turn to dust, again you have wounded my patient heart.

Blows dealt long ago, scars that will not heal, painful love, stiffling memories, a promise made to yourself, a promise not to feel.

So you run and barricade your heart from another, who you feel will do harm; but in truth the other seeks only to bring you to the eye of the storm.

Meaningless hours of deaf eared pleas, phrases said over time, that seems a million miles away, once again you take and wound my bleeding heart and leave standing with nothing to say.

True love is a constant serenity even while the hounds of hell howl, an everglowing, gentle calm that keeps one from throwing in the towel, to love with total trust and spirit, gaining in vision and insight like a wise old owl; to give and receive bringing to your beloved no harm, this is truly what is it means to stand in the eye of the storm.

My serenity shatters like glass under a rock wall, my beloved's heart refused my ever beckoning, lovelorn call.

As despair and  hopelessness surround me and I realize that I am destined to always be alone, I am suddenly one with myself, and begin this long journey on my own.

A saddened calmness comes over me, and a sense of peace and serenity form, as I journey down life's path, I accept and understand, never again will I stand in the eye of the storm.

©1987 Lloydene Fay Hill