Eyes that sing

What I seek I rarely find

it really is a curiosity!

I thirst for things I can’t define

and when I drink I don’t find wine.

It slips within and causes ache

and then I wish I hadn’t tried.

 

The promise always seems alive,

I see it clearly before my eyes.

I reach to touch, the vapour goes –

now I feel the fool once more.

I want to hide; I yearn to slide,

beneath my chair and simply die.

 

Yet still the thirst won’t go away.

It is so real, it cries for more.

There’s so much water within an ocean,

yet none of it will answer thirst!

Can there be thirst without some drink,

that satisfies and doesn’t stink?

 

And so I wander seeking rest,

to drink – to find inheritance.

To grasp and hold the things that thrive,

that flourish in a heart that’s live.

I know this thirst can still be quenched,

’cause eyes that sing are satisfied!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Solitude’s intent

Solitude

bares the soul,

and opens wide the silence

that quiets raucous noise.

 

Quiet,

unleashes

clamouring voices within

that stir up hidden fears.

 

Voices

multiply

as I lose sight of living

and only seek to please.

 

Vision

comes as  breath.

Electric pulse that frees my heart

to be the hidden me.

 

Freedom!

Scandalous

vitality of being

that only I can see.

 

Unique,

yet in love,

with my perfect counterpart.

Together we create.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

What is my name?

A shining heart ignites a smile, when one look reminds a tender soul that they have never been forgotten.

I am built with the desire to be significant to you. I want to matter enough, to make a strong enough impression, that you remember my name. My name says you know who I am! I wasn’t just one of many in a crowd.

Nothing is so powerful, as the look of hunger and longing in a child’s face when you return to a place, as someone who in the past has spoken an encouraging word. Somehow, simple words and actions caused some spark of hope to blossom in the ravaged field of a  soul who has experienced much scarcity. The blazing furnace of longing rises in the eyes as they say “Do you remember my name?”

What spurs the leap of laughter and delight? What part of our being produces the surge of joy and the heat warming response of a fierce hug when “the” name flows out?

My tender heart, if left unwalled will always say I need you! My eyes will always look across the gulf that separates you and I.  These eyes will seek to find some link that penetrates behind the veil that mysteriously shuts us out from each other. When my soul and spirit touch that which is warm and bright within your being and I re-affirm the wonder that our two hearts have walked a lonely journey, we smile! Light glows. Sparkles dance. Music occurs and the mystery of belonging grows.

We feel the grace of our shared lives.  We know we are so different  – and yet – there is a flow that nourishes and refreshes. I sense that I am not alone. I am not forgotten. My identity, so tied to spirit, is created for this. I must belong together in communion. The thirst never goes away until together we find a way to live as beings who are intimately known.

So the unfolding blossom of a tender soul, leaps high within the rain of recognition that comes from my name remembered. I am known! I made an impact!

I am a being that is remembered – and I glow!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Life’s synergy

Child chortles,

the sound captures hearts.

Something so innocent

fills me with awe!

 

Unconscious play,

creates worlds with flare.

It really is powerful –

a heart that soars free!

 

Soft eyes of love

open life’s synergy.

Releasing hope’s feet

to dance all day long!

 

Contagious life –

so vital it’s wild.

A gift to the hurting –

Your dream is my song!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Beauty’s caught my eye!

Beauty sits and looks at me-

she loves to catch my eye!

Rustling faintly as she waits,

until I slip on bye.

 

Puddles full of light appear,

flocking ‘round me in suspense.

Laughter fills my heart with joy,

if only I attend!

 

Breezes whisper, dancing near-

light flickers on the leaf.

Eyes then lifted to the scene,

a kiss of coquetry!

 

Rainbows splendour, scattered wide,

Waterfall’s glorious roar.

Shaking earth sings out in bass.

This heart just gasps for more!

 

Beauty’s warmth invades my space,

and wonder’s joy starts painting.

Endless moment – now alive

– just can’t stop the smiling!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Season’s change

Heat, it hits you like a wave, and so I seek the shadows. I feel the easing of the sun, as from day to night I seem to run. Yet, shadows cling to trees and shrubs, and soon I must embrace the oven’s dare as cities seem to shatter trees and barren black top breeds.

Cold, it wraps me in its hands that burn. I shield myself in wool and fleece, as I step within its white embrace. It brings the shivers out to play and scares my toes as frosty needles pierce! I plough through crystals glowing bright, and see the fire in the sky yet sadly heat has taken flight!

Seasons flow and then recede. This flux excites creation’s candour. Transitions bring encounters fresh, where once again I shift and rest. Then, bright green growth stirs up my heart. I soar alive in passion’s heat, then slowly watch it freeze in winters sleep.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Any sense of you

When we live within what’s comfort,

When my normal looms large and strong,

That is when I most likely lose,

any sense of you at all.

 

When I see you acting strangely,

I can quickly then conclude,

That is why I’m so much better

than you, the one whose plans are loose!

 

When I am struggling with things beyond me,

when I need fresh glimpses in my muse,

Then I am bereft of comfort,

As I stumble blind – confused.

 

It is your hand that brushes by me,

breaks into my thoughts and fear.

You are different, so see in colour,

while black and white just brings me grey.

 

It hurts my heart to need another,

I am scared and fear to trust.

When I open and face your beauty,

I find strength in your difference.

 

So to chose each day’s discomfort,

bridging difference in the storm.

As I rest in hope believing,

you’re my complement reborn.

Author – Bill Tidsbury