The Eyes Know

Your eyes are the window,

To the heavens,

They contain a galaxy of stars…

Beautiful, intuitive soul!

I’ve met you before,

And we’ll meet again soon…

This I know.

Such heavenly days,

And heavenly ways,

Propel my spirit,

To dance with butterflies,

Lock eyes with fireflies,

Be electrified by ocean sprays,

And dazzled by sun rays…

Your love has lifted me higher,

Removing blinders,

To wonder and awe…

I’m Spirit’s daughter now,

Because I gazed into knowing eyes,

Kind eyes, your eyes.

-by gilda patricia

In My Element

(This is Part II of my last poem “Deep Sea Inner Diver.”-Further explaining why I dive.)

 

Some would call my diving,

Reckless, pointless, morbid, or just wrong,

But not all hear the call of the Sea.

 

Some are children of the Earth and Sky,

Still others dance with Fire,

To come alive.

 

Four elements making up,

One body of explorers,

No one less necessary.

 

A true Piscean at heart,

Most at home,

In the ever-gifting, ever-shifting,

Ever-loving sea.

 

Reclaiming lost pieces,

And reconnecting with humanity.

 

Truth be told,

If it weren’t for God,

And my fellow soul companions,

 

I’d have long ago drown.

 

-Gilda Patricia