Grounding

Grounding

One takes chances
in life, everyday

That's simply called
"living"

Do so with conviction
and belief in yourself

Listen to your instincts,
walk with your head
held high and your
feet planted firmly

Stay grounded, but
never lose sight of
your dreams

You are your own
best friend or
your own worse
enemy, that's
for you to decide

Lynn West
(c) 2013

Discovery

Discovery

I'm getting my
feet wet in this
new relationship

Wading ever so
slowly, making
sure not to slip

I'm laughing and
exploring just how
I feel

I want to make
sure his intentions
are real

I'm taking my time,
I don't want to be
contrite

So I'll sleep alone
yet another night

But I'm not
complaining,
no, not al all
It's worth the
wait to make
the right call

Just getting to
know you while
discovering me

That comes with
some patience
and soul searching,
I see

So I shall walk
this path at
my own pace

It's my life,
after all,
not merely
a "race"...

Lynn West
(c) 2013

Where's the Sun?

Where's the Sun?

The sky has been
crying for too many
days now - I'm ready
for the sun to shine

I want to watch the
flowers grow as wisteria
and honeysuckle
intertwine

I'm happy enough,
yet in a somber mood,
I must be missing Sol's
rays

To feel his warmth
upon my back
would be one of
my better days

So I'll drudge up
some sunshine
inside of my head

And just sit and
watch it rain
for another day
instead...

Lynn West
(c) 2013

Rain Dance

Photograph by Davin Rena Photography, all rights reserved
Rain Dance

Taking note of
my senses
as I let the rain
wash over me

At first, a little
annoyance at
being soaked
through and
through

Then, shifting my
attitude, I begin
to dance, slowing
turning, letting the
healing drops of
heaven wash over me
and I've truly never
felt so cleansed

Lifting my face toward
the rain, I smile in
silent wonder of
what so many
never allow themselves
to experience -- a rain
dance

Lynn West
(c) 2013

The Fighting One

In thinking of our female soldiers who sometimes seem to go unnoticed or at least not thanked as much as I think they should be, I wrote these words, from what I thought could be the viewpoint of a man, at home, waiting...
The Fighting One

Off the grid,
unknown to most,
he lives his life
in quiet solitude

Each day he walks to
his sacred place to
remember his lost one

His days drift by,
months turn to
years and still
keeps his hope
alive

And on a full
moon's blessed night,
his dream becomes
reality, when tapping
on the windowsill is
no longer only the wind

Opening the door
with gun in hand,
to meet what darkness
holds, he sees in
moonlight's shadowy
glow, his reason for
existence

He wonders if his
eyes deceive, can
he trust them or
is this a ghost of
the night

But when her lips
call out his name
in whispered velvet
softness, he knows,
he knows, at last he
knows, for her eyes
tell the story,
home at last,
the war is over..

She's served her
country faithfully
and for that we
should all be grateful

Lynn West
(c) 2013

Weathering The Storms

Weathering The Storms

Do I?
Will I?

Doubt circles,
but hope shines
through and flashes
as brilliant as
the rays of the
sun

Every storm that
passes leaves a
trail of tears yet
through it all,
the knowing that
it will all come
out alright brings
me full circle
to bask in the
glory of the day

Weathering life's
murky waters
allows us to
fully enjoy the clear
running streams
of happiness

Lynn West
(c) 2013