Where are you?
I want to be kissed under the mistletoe
as your hands hold me tight
I want to share the holidays with you,
where are you, Mr. Right?
I guess only time can tell
if you will ever show
For now I'll just wait and see
whilst the cold winds blow
Lynn West
(c) 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Tis the Season
Tis the Season
The presents were wrapped
the gifts laid out under the tree
but really what is Christmas
where is the sanity?
Some people tend to go way too far
spending what they don't have
- that's crazy bizarre
I've been guilty of that too
so I'm not slinging arrows
or saying "bad you"
The season, my friends,
I've finally learned
is about each other,
not gifts to be returned
It's the laugther of children,
carols to be sung
and lots of kisses
under the mistletoe hung
Lynn West
(c) 2012
The presents were wrapped
the gifts laid out under the tree
but really what is Christmas
where is the sanity?
Some people tend to go way too far
spending what they don't have
- that's crazy bizarre
I've been guilty of that too
so I'm not slinging arrows
or saying "bad you"
The season, my friends,
I've finally learned
is about each other,
not gifts to be returned
It's the laugther of children,
carols to be sung
and lots of kisses
under the mistletoe hung
Lynn West
(c) 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Capture the Sun
Capture the Sun
Photo property of Lynn West
all rights reserved
New day, my way,
done with the grieving,
finished bereaving,
time for a new attitude
Better off alone,
raw emotions shown,
living for now in solitude
Go capture the sun,
you'll figure out
how it's done
and put those "poor me"
blues on the run
Don't settle, my friend
fight to win in the end
for without love,
it's not worth the pursuit
Lynn West
(c) 2012
Photo property of Lynn West
all rights reserved
New day, my way,
done with the grieving,
finished bereaving,
time for a new attitude
Better off alone,
raw emotions shown,
living for now in solitude
Go capture the sun,
you'll figure out
how it's done
and put those "poor me"
blues on the run
Don't settle, my friend
fight to win in the end
for without love,
it's not worth the pursuit
Lynn West
(c) 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Once Upon a Dream
Once Upon a Dream
Lover's Moon, Photo by Lynn West - all rights reserved
Once upon a dream,
I knew your touch,
felt your fingers
in my hair
Once upon a dream,
I kissed your lips
and you held me
never let go tight
Once upon a dream,
you knelt beside me
and looked deep
into my eyes
Once upon a dream,
we lay under the stars
whispered words of love
Once upon a dream,
we danced all night
to music soft and low
Once upon a dream,
we talked til sunrise
and then made love
in the dew covered hills
Once upon a dream,
you were real, you
were here...
Where did you go?
Lynn West
(c) 2012
Lover's Moon, Photo by Lynn West - all rights reserved
Once upon a dream,
I knew your touch,
felt your fingers
in my hair
Once upon a dream,
I kissed your lips
and you held me
never let go tight
Once upon a dream,
you knelt beside me
and looked deep
into my eyes
Once upon a dream,
we lay under the stars
whispered words of love
Once upon a dream,
we danced all night
to music soft and low
Once upon a dream,
we talked til sunrise
and then made love
in the dew covered hills
Once upon a dream,
you were real, you
were here...
Where did you go?
Lynn West
(c) 2012
Rainy Memories
Rainy Memories
I haven't forgotten our memories,
I've just tucked them away
I relive them now and again
usually on a cold, rainy day
I remember there were
good times, too and I try to
let them outshine the bad
but now and again all that does
is make me feel very sad
What a world we live in today
where dating is a "chore"
and what once was happily every after
doesn't live here anymore...
Lynn West
(c) 2012
“After the rain I” from emiguez65
digital-photography-school.com used
without permission but with full credit
given for this wonderful work of art!
I haven't forgotten our memories,
I've just tucked them away
I relive them now and again
usually on a cold, rainy day
I remember there were
good times, too and I try to
let them outshine the bad
but now and again all that does
is make me feel very sad
What a world we live in today
where dating is a "chore"
and what once was happily every after
doesn't live here anymore...
Lynn West
(c) 2012
“After the rain I” from emiguez65
digital-photography-school.com used
without permission but with full credit
given for this wonderful work of art!
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sending My Love
Sending My Love
I send you bits of love
like pieces to a puzzle
Some drift along the ocean
and wash upon the shore
Others float upon the wind,
like a leaf carried
to the ground
They come to you
in drops of rain,
sometimes heavy,
sometimes light and
misty, whisper soft
I send my love in
rays of sunshine,
warm upon your back
When the winds
turn cold and bitter,
my love will wrap
you warm
And if the snow
falls all around,
each flake a different
size and shape,
know that too
is my love for you,
one drop at a time,
coming to you
from far away...
I miss you
Lynn West
(c) 2012
I send you bits of love
like pieces to a puzzle
Some drift along the ocean
and wash upon the shore
Others float upon the wind,
like a leaf carried
to the ground
They come to you
in drops of rain,
sometimes heavy,
sometimes light and
misty, whisper soft
I send my love in
rays of sunshine,
warm upon your back
When the winds
turn cold and bitter,
my love will wrap
you warm
And if the snow
falls all around,
each flake a different
size and shape,
know that too
is my love for you,
one drop at a time,
coming to you
from far away...
I miss you
Lynn West
(c) 2012
Shadowed Dreams
Photo by Lynn West 2012
Shadowed Dreams
His touch is moonlight,
softly shadowing me
His hands a gentle breeze
blowing across my soul,
bending me like the trees
swaying lightly beside the lake
His lips gliding over me,
as graceful as a swan in water
gentle, yet strong, questioning
yet taking, tasting the very
essence of my being
And when I awaken to a
lonely bed, I realize it may
have been just a dream
but in it, we were together
once more...
Lynn West
(c) 2012
Shadowed Dreams
His touch is moonlight,
softly shadowing me
His hands a gentle breeze
blowing across my soul,
bending me like the trees
swaying lightly beside the lake
His lips gliding over me,
as graceful as a swan in water
gentle, yet strong, questioning
yet taking, tasting the very
essence of my being
And when I awaken to a
lonely bed, I realize it may
have been just a dream
but in it, we were together
once more...
Lynn West
(c) 2012
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