Taken

Taken
Passion engulfs me
as I stagger backward,
weak kneed and trembling

Acknowledgement of playing with
fire is tossed by the wayside,
given over to senses, dulled by
yearning, as lips of hunger
ravish me, leaving me breathless

Embers long thought lost
to wind and time, ignite
as kindred spirits
come together with
the force of a hurricane
and the need of a thousand
wandering the earth alone...

Lynn West
(c) 2011

*Photo Windblown Dunes
expressly owned by Peter Holloway
visit: www.peterholloway.com

Passing Time

Passing Time

Burning the candle at both ends,
he wakes to another busy day,
telling himself he will slow down...
tomorrow

As days roll by and months turn
to years, still he presses on,
no end in sight to the hurry/scurry
that is now his existence

Life passed him by, like a fast
moving train as the family dinners
were held without him and the
children began to leave the nest

Now as his hair began
to gray, he wondered
where time had gone,
when in truth, the time
was there, just not well-
spent and as he rocked
alone in his chair,
he felt the knowing of
regret...


Lynn West
(c) 2011

The Other Side of Rain

The Other Side of Rain

As the rain pours down,
my soul feels washed anew

The melody lulls me,
carrying me to thoughts of you

Floating down a lazy river,
looking up to the sky

No agenda, just being,
as the stars come out
to shine for us and
the moon rises
to witness our kiss

Moments frozen by memories,
yet to be lived, in the rain,
with you

Lynn West
(c) 2011

Dissolution

Dissolution

Bitter end to sweet beginning,
as the path between them widens

What a shame when trust is lost,
never to be regained

And days become years of strained existence,
where touches fade from memory

Always two sides to an
argument, both believing
in their own truth

The walk down the isle
is a lifetime away as the
judge signs the final decree

And both walk away,
wondering what happened
to happy ever after

Lynn West
(c) 2011

Closet of Memories

Closet of Memories

Would that we could access our memories as easily as choosing a dress from our closet. Go thru them, one by one, choosing a favorite to try on, wearing it anytime we wanted, like a pair of old, soft shoes.

But life doesn't give us that option and sometimes even the most precious of memories fade like the sun over the mountains.

I look at old photographs at times and rediscover a moment, thankful that it's trapped in time for me.

Someone wrote a song once "The Beauty of Days Gone By" and I can't think of a better way to say that. I honor my past, am thankful for my memories (even the lessons learned) and am looking forward to the future with bright-eyed wonder while I live in the now and relish each moment

Lynn West
(c) 2011

Flight of the Willow Queen

Flight of the Willow Queen

On an aimless flight,
she wanders to and fro,
searching for another
sunny day

Her eyes like rays of sunshine,
her hair as wispy as the willow
and her lips taste of fallen dew,

She is bathed in morning's
quiet dawn, and when she
takes a deeper look, the
knowledge floods into
her mind with the rising
of the sun

She opens her heart as
her voice rises in
perfect harmony with
the wind and she sings
praises once more to
the heavens and the earth

Lynn West
(c) 2011

The Swans of St. Ives

The Swans of St. Ives

As we lazed by the River Ouse,
I witnessed graceful beauty,
in a land of serenity

Protected by their Queen,
forevermore

Floating like tiny barges of peace,
I marveled at nature's blessings bestowed

And when they took to flight,
in unison, I experienced heaven

Lynn West
(c) 2011