Poem Number Two

POEM NUMBER TWO

(the Muse)

Whence cometh the Muse?

I suppose She comes when She wants

To toss my Brain and Heart around

She comes from a place

That knows how to stir the

Passions in my heart to boil

While constantly reminding me that

False and empty hope

Are my enemies

I know now I should

Tend to and

Cultivate and listen to

that graver, wiser voice

But She, the Muse,

Always gives the spark of hope that

Makes me knowing of the larger image

And I see and I sit,

Now quietly knowing the Truth

~Christopher Hughes 9/11/2010

Poem Number One

Number One

I look around for a moment,

Enjoying the Peace and Quiet

Soaking it in, for

I know it will be shattered all to soon

By the fast and furious goings-on

That have become my life

Activities and obligations that must be performed

Not out of duty or requirement

But rather out of Love

Which makes it all the sweeter to relax

If only for a moment, and reflect

Upon the fruits of my toils and trials

Regardless of the tolls upon my Physical Being,

The Higher part of me rejoices

In the chance I have now to love

I would do nothing else.I would have it no other way.

 

~Christopher Hughes 9/10/10