Hurricane Eye


I thought I saw you last night,
Holding a hurricane in your hand!
I beheld you in the fading light,
Although I failed to understand.

I’m sure I heard you in the morning,
Teaching the birds how to sing.
They all took wing without warning;
It surely was the strangest thing.

I dreamed you dreamed about me;
But who has faith in dreams these days?
I don’t believe some things I see,
So what do I make of your strange ways?

You have dark, disturbing powers
Hidden deep within your lovely eyes.
I could look at you for hours and hours,
And still not find where your secret lies.

Girl of the sun and moon on high,
You thrill and you enthral me.
Will I be safe in your hurricane eye?
Too late to run now – what will be will be.

Will those songbirds sing tomorrow?
Or have they flown, never to return?
Will my future feature joy or sorrow?
Either way, my love for you will always burn!

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Hi, I'm Robert, an amateur singer-songwriter, musician, poet and photographer from England. I have been writing poetry for more than twenty years and I am a member of several on-line poetry sites. I hope you enjoy reading my work.
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Shirley B
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Good writing, Robert. a,b,a,b, is more difficult than it looks. Thank you for sharing.

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