The Sandbar

The Sandbar
The air is cool
and the fire
crackles gently
in the night
as we sit, side
by side

No words are needed
at the moment, for
we are basking in the
glory of such a starry
night

Moments tick by and
your hand moves to
the small of my back,
gently rubbing all
my cares away

Leaning down, you kiss
my lips, whisper soft and
I wonder if the kiss was
real or imagined

But when I look into
your eyes, I see the
love that I have
yearned for
and doubt fades
to awareness

I want this night
to last forever, just
you and me and
the sky above

Our first night
on the sandbar,
the water lapping
a mesmerizing tune,
our destiny
defined

Lynn West
© 2014

My Conscious

My Conscious

My conscious is calling
me again, shall I listen
to him this time?

Would it be in my best
interest to follow my
conscious when he
beckons?

At times I think
more clearly than
my conscious will
allow and other times,
I let him completely
take hold, all free will
out the window, as he
guides me down a
path of soft green
grass where the
meadow meets the
stream and the mountain’s
shadow is cast by
the summer sun

On those days, in
those moments, when
I allow all awareness
of “what if” to escape
and let my conscious
truly be my guide,
I am at my happiest

Walking beside the
cool running stream,
I dip a toe in to see
how the water feels
and find myself knee
deep, splashing about
like a child whist he sits
on the bank watching me…

My conscious, I do love
it when he comes to call…

Lynn West
© 2014