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Heather Lynn Poem
Whenever you gaze up, at the dark sky
and a particular cloud catches your eye...
You may feel as if you could fly,
because we are both there; Both you and I.
We are both there, staring up at the sky.
Asking ourselves, asking us why?
Why do I feel as if I could cry..?
When I look at that cloud, up there in the sky..?
We will both stand there, gazing up at the sky,
breathing the wind, that blows at our side.
Feeling the world, passing us by...
Trapped in time.. Forever..
Copyright © Heather Lynn | Year Posted 2013
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Heather Lynn Poem
Flitting along in the midst of rough winds
Not knowing at all what another day brings.
Must keep moving, forwards not back.
Having to keep his mind right on track.
But he has a heart, this dear Dragonfly.
He's not simple or mindless as he is forced to fly by.
Not one of the many. Not a face in a crowd.
He's got a name, that she whispers aloud.
The heat and the chill of this wind brings pain.
Enduring the sun, the snow and the rain.
These things make him numb, but not as lost as he fears.
For there is love hidden inside of her tears.
She stays behind, in a warm sunny place.
Tears from a memory lining her face.
As sunflowers go, she has seen better days.
Seen them with him, but they had to part ways...
Now he is tossed by the wind, and losing his will.
And she is rooted to the earth, forced to stand still.
Filled with grief at the thought of losing her friend.
She'll wait forever, until the separation can end.
Filled with longing he sighs, and flaps his beautiful wings.
Not knowing inside what the future soon brings.
Someday it will happen, the time can't be sure..
But the dragonfly will visit the Sunflower once more.
He will bask in her glow, and feel most assured.
And she will feel calm and at peace with the world.
And be it their choice, and no one's but theirs..
They'll decide what to do for the rest of their years..
Copyright © Heather Lynn | Year Posted 2013
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Heather Lynn Poem
The sadness passes for some, but it has never passed for me.
Told by a thousand cold hearts, that this is how it needs to be.
But they moved on, and left me here, in the realm of the past.
Taunted by echos of happier times, the times that were never to last.
Now in my mind, the memories swirl, into a bittersweet hue.
Reminding me always, of the happenings of then, and of how I've come to lose you.
Much like for the dancing rainbows across that kitchen floor,
The sunlight has gone for me now, and what was once was is no more.
But I still hear your laugh, and I still feel you there.
Though when I open my eyes, it all still seems unfair.
You may try to forget, but I never can, the better times of before.
The times I truly believed were real, that it hurts to believe are no more.
A mothers smile, a fathers laugh, the feeling of the loved ones so close.
The passage of time, and the heartbreak of change, is what affects me the most.
Still, who is to say, that all is done?
Not I, I say, not I, for one.
I am a woman now, and sometimes that's all people see.
But I am not just a woman; there is a deeper heart in me.
My heart is the heart of a child, my eyes the eyes of that girl.
And I think that that is better, to have a purer look at the world.
My heart still aches for their company, my soul yearns still for their time.
But I understand that those things are lost, and I suppose that, that is fine.
I am an adult on the outside and of mind, so please know that I understand.
I still do adult things, although I find them bland.
But I have the heart of a child. And it yearns to be held tight.
By someone close, and yet too far.. and too long vanished from sight.
Torn between needing them, and understanding why they aren't there...
Though my heart is breaking, I'll pretend the pain is not there.
Above all else, I understand, and know they had to choose...
And I also know it is not just me who had those things to lose.
Someday things will be different, I say to my childhood self as she cries.
Someday we may again be one, my adult self hopes for and sighs.
All that I can do is wait, me and my adult self both...
I have to wonder all the while though...if it is I who have cried the most..
Copyright © Heather Lynn | Year Posted 2013
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Heather Lynn Poem
The wolf will howl up to the moon, over and over each night.
No one knows, except the moon of course, if the wolf is all right.
For nobody asks that lonesome wolf what it is that he needs.
If it is, in truth, tears that he cries.. or if it is blood that he bleeds.
Nobody could be concerned with him, because he prefers it that way.
For he is a deer in the skin of a wolf, and wants that illusion to stay.
To be seen as stronger, and fearsome, and brave, even when none of that's so...
To be strong for the rest of us all... I'll never ask that of him, though.
We feel safe when we see the wolf, he brings us piece of mind.
He stands alert all through the night, and protects the dreams that we find.
But when all is dark, and said and done, when it is time to speak with the moon...
He is just a sweet deer after all, alone with a heart of gloom.
For as he stands watch over us, and protects us from our frights...
there is no one to do the same for him, and he is alone during those nights.
So I vow to be by his side, with comfort to combat the gloom..
From today and on and forward..I vow to be the moon
Copyright © Heather Lynn | Year Posted 2013
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