In some areas I am a paradigm--the very archetype--of discipline; only my heart lacks complete self-control.
I indulge it with reckless abandon: a spoiled child easier to manage through indulgence rather than warring with restraint. In this area, I prescribe the course in a way conveyed perfectly by Henri Matisse: "I overdo everything as a matter of course." Sigh, my impetuosity. And sigh again. My heart leads me about on its golden chain, a drooling, sap-eyed hound; guileless and happy to be collared.
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Eyes of Gold, how I love your eyes of gold
Where the depths of galaxies begin And the world ends Soft aurum glow of sunset Caramel bubbling in a silver pot Mesmerizing -- So I forget their color I forget the ground that holds me Steady Drawn in -- I am Satisfied with gazing alone Your presence shines from golden suns Surround me with that warmth again Your arms or your gaze? I see my Self -- Reflecting My heart's desires bright I feel Warmth I touch Tenderness I hear The timbre of your Life Desire Resonate An echo of My own Golden eyes, how I love your golden eyes I don't know where your energy ends -- And Where mine begins December 25, 2016 copyright 2016 Regina J McMurray |
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