The Chance

The Chance

On wings of night,
I take my flight in
velvet-caped surrender

To fly with you
into the dawn
and soar toward
the rising sun

One chance to find the
happiness lost so many
lifetimes ago

Take my hand and
guide me while the
stars surround us and
we settle into our
future

And when we land,
we'll ride the river
of bliss and canoe
down the stream
of happiness to
the land of tomorrow

Lynn West
(c) 2013
Photo by Lynn West (c) 2013

The Letter

The Letter

My Dearest Mother,

There are things I wished I had said to you and things I wish I'd held back, instead.

Not thinking of your happiness, but rather my reaction to your needs was not only selfish, but completely uncalled for.

Looking back, I realize that your happiness never came first, you always did what was "best" for us.

I'm sorry, Mother, for not thinking forward, for not thinking of you. I love you and I miss you so.

Love,
Your Daughter

Lynn West
(c) 2013

Slow Down, Walk

Slow Down, Walk

When in doubt,
take your time
to find out
what he's really
all about

Listen to your heart
and don't settle
for less, that
only leads
to another
"new start"

Slow down, learn
the real man that's
inside, don't just
go along for the ride

For what you must
understand is that
he thinks differently,
he views the world
through a man's eyes,
don't you see?

So you make sure he
deserves to be the one
walking beside you
when the day is done

Lynn West
(c) 2013

Poetry Within

Poetry Within

I write notes
to the world,
but mostly
to me

Discovering the person
that I strive to be

Whispered thoughts that
flow like morning
dew

And remember, you
also have poetry
"within you"

Find it...

Lynn West
(c) 2013
Photograph "Poetry Within" by Lynn West (c) 2013

Forward

Forward
Bottled emotions
never allow one
to close the door,
they simply keep
the wound fresh

Keeping up appearances
is just a false front to a
long lost road, so take the
high ground, cry it out,
talk it out, work it out,
walk it out and move
forward

Letting go is never
an easy feat, if it were,
I suppose we would not
be called human

But moving on
never seemed so
necessary and
hope never looked
as good as it does
when I look in your
eyes, Shadow

Lynn West
(c) 2013