October Poetry Part 2
Down Hill
Rebekah © October 2010
At the bottom of a hill
I stand
Looking up at the city
Under the stars
I wonder
If that city even knows
That I am down there
Staring at it
Wondering if
They know
I am thinking about it
Wondering if
They know
I am questioning it
Wondering if
They are
Simply thinking about me too
The hill
Is steep
I just need
A rope
Something to
Pull me along
As I walk
As I climb
To the city
But currently
I am
Down hill
My Haven
Rebekah © October 2010
There are tiny
Blades of tall grass
And a small pond
In the middle
To the right
There is small
Very Quaint
Cabin
Covered with
A light brown stone
And matching
In color
Roof
Inside it’s warm
With a desk
A Radio
A TV
A really fluffy
Couch
A Small fridge
It pure escape
The truth is
The radio
The TV
Only work
To give me ideas
Not for a distraction
There is always
A certain peace
A certain passion
A certain life
A special acceptance
That allows me to be
Who I need to be
It is the beauty
I need
It is the liveliness
I desire
It is the inspiration
I long for
It is all I need
It is my Haven
It is me
Blue Eyes
Rebekah © October 2010
The soul
Is still
In the deepness
Of the sky blue
Wishing for
Someone
Just to ask
Just to accept
The Intellect
The Spirituality
The Hope
The Truth
Of the being
Behind
The two lakes
Of blue
All has stopped
All is calm
All remains
Unseen
Unheard
Unknown
Why won’t
Someone
Simply ask
How are you?
Why did you hide?
Why is it so deep?
What is there to tell?
What is the truth
Behind the blue eyes?
Will you tell me
What most don’t know?
Will you let me
What is behind your blue eyes?