1-28-08

Whispers of a essence riding down the line,

a prism of light pointing beyond.

a dark Crystal down through the depth of one's mind,

the shadows of a memory.

Faster then time.

Then light piercing through a vortex of sound.
swirling all around.

did the sun come first?

did the water come first?

Was it this god.
The Universe, the all living, light, and Energy!
Where did  it all come from?

A black flat object

A Monolith of knowledge?

a cloud, a shooting star as it falls & burns.
in such beauty,

how can a bud form

into a rose so brilliant in its petals

in undulating shades.

alas too soon it begins to drop its silken petals. Becoming the dark red rose hip.

then back to the earth.

So shell we all go.
Ln.©1-28-08

Reflection.
There is something in the air, change is everywhere.
Yesterday is gone tomorrow not yet dawned,
Today we must wait until the sun sets.
Come to rest your body spent.
all that you have seen, you have tasted
the milk of life. Clouds roll smoothly across the sky, taking summer away.
Winds blow soon to bring snow.
WE stand looking at the past.
Our children growing fast.
It is a time of reflection.
by DS March 12, 2021

BIR
DS SING.

A soft sound in the afternoon,
as rain patters on the window.
A dove coos its peaceful call.
Spring is around the corner,
a cardinal sings its song of love.
DS march 12th 2021

A babe is born,
a girl. ,,That night the rain fell a storm raged ,

but I didn't notice
I was in anticipation of birth
then the moment came ill never

forget those Bright eyes as they looked up.
The prettiest baby on the floor.
even though  it was a rocky path

with her special needs
I knew that a flower lay beneath, waiting to bloom.
then she was a toddler with laughter
that rang like a wind chime
I wished I could stop time,
look up then she's a cleaver little girl
finding ways to get to that shelf up high.
look up she's a
a promise
of beauty at the tip of a flower bud
as it begins to unfold,
look up she's a teen with troubles
I knew not how to tame.
now She's almost a lady the rose is blooming
to lighten her surroundings
with the most brilliant colors.
She is strength compassion,& imagination.
look up she's 18 a young lady.

with creative energy.
only a mother can know that it is
not the Autism that defines her.
She defines the space around her.

She's my prized rose.

I know I must step back and let her fly.


A Mom.
march 2008.
ds

winter bird song Jan 30, '09 3:44 PM


The ground is covered with snow,

in the distance  in the winter bareness of the trees,
a Finch sings its winter song,

the sun slants through beveled

glass spraying the floor with a kaleidoscope of prism colors
like a mini rainbow.

In restlessness of a cold january day.

I too await the coming of winters end.
This day with the sun and the bird song makes me feel .
I can go fore a walk and clear my mind. I shall take my time.

and not rush into things unknown.

tomorrow is another day and another way.

as all things unfold to show me.

the next scene the next play.



LYN©

Snow Queen "

The wind blows cold against the window pane
Branches scratch echoing the scratching in your brain!
All sound goes dim
Feeling memories slowly fade,
You think you have it made
Feeling tired, lay the line across the table
Till you feel you are able
Push away the worries, hide the pain
Light that glass again, take it in deep
You are changing, you are not the same
Slowly going insane
Look up, it's the beautiful Snow Queen
It seems you got it clean
Time to catch a dieing star
never thought it would go so far
The Ice Ghost has you in her spell
Oh well!
The sky is going dim
You are not hungry
You don't see the Night Rider
Waiting to take you to the Ice Castle
The last stop for dying dreams
If you see the Snow Queen
Turn and walk away
Run and hide
It is not Beauty she offers,
not something you earn
For it is only a Dark Crystal
A slow burn
lyn
2/23 2021

Distance.

the trees are sheathed in snow,
the sun
is hidden in the clouds, and smiles come across the miles
to brighten my day, You are far yet near, an ocean apart,
and time to allow. Lost in a gaze of blue, the sky brings it all anew.
Wind whispers to me, of the sea. I fear to step in the water,
fore the swiftness of the high tide may envelope me.
by DS
February 20th 2021