Cheri Lynn

Cheri Lynn Jan 2014

Chapter I

There was a time...Once...
When I danced alone.
In a silent thicket full of creeping vines and
heavy tree’d paths that hid me from sight
by drooping, mossy, branches.

It was my home.

I danced,
a lonely dance of bare feet,
toes gliding over soft blades of grass, uninterrupted.

To a song heard only by my soul, a melody sung only by my heart.

I would dance,
eyes closed,
arms outstretched before me
                               circling. spinning…spinning, circling

Calling, casting,
wishes out into the universe from my small corner of the world.
Then…

My dance.

Without warning, it took me…

Over hills and dales it took me, warm and beckoning
To mountaintops, on gossamer wings it took me,
where the wind blew through my hair and I could fly.

But then…
Down I went. Down into shadowy valleys which blinded me.

Through cold waters that seeped in
and froze my veins.
Frosted me.

My dancing slowed,
as my limbs grew cold,
the beating of my heart had all but stopped.

To my knees, I fell, rooting myself to the ground.
And there I stayed...
my lips quietly forming the echo of the slowing beat...

made by my heart
             as the struggling rhythm
                      of my dance
                                began to die…

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Part one of two.
Part 2 is not yet available to read, but will be in the near future.

Cheri Lynn Dec 2013

Neverland

I have new eyes I've opened wide,
the better for me to see,
this brand new world
brought in by the tide
pushed and pulled by the strength of the sea.

Now I ponder the timing,
the why and the rhyming,
not sure when or how I deserve it.
But I seem a bit quicker,
just a candle flame flicker,
quite more careful that I should not burn it.

How exciting to know that adventure is starting
and this time I'll be well prepared!
Tie my coat,
Zip my shoes,
Put my "brave" ****** on
and brush every one of my hairs.

See! It's there, I can glimpse it
just o're that horizon
I see that a new life is starting!
Hurry up, let's not miss it
that Neverland calling
I'm all yours now - no time left for stalling.

Cheri Lynn Dec 2013

Hope for the Hopeless (Romantic)

Would that I could breathe my heart onto these pages for you.
That my lips would part their blushed pink line and whisper words into the air,
a rush that dried as ink on white.

I could tell my story in all it's honest imperfection,
to lighten me,
free me,
give me hope.

Oh, that I could close my eyes and rest,
only for a moment.
And while dark feathers dared to touch my cheeks,
I could open my eyes again - for the first time - and be renewed.

And yet, here I find...it is in my grasp.
My voice seeks out a new song to sing.
My eyes seek to find the light within myself,
and within you.

All hearts bear scars and somehow keep beating,
it's within us to give all we have
until we are spent,
our faces pressed to the ground,
then we stand again and spark the fire anew.

Would that I could be the one to light that spark in you.

That my fingers could brush yours and know in that touch -no fear-
Certain that neither will seek to bruise the other, but to uplift them.
Lighten them.
Free them.
Give them hope.

Would that I could bleed my heart onto these pages for you.
That my lips would part their blushed pink line and whisper words into the air.
A request-
that found it's way to someone who needed me too.
I could tell our story in all it's improbable charm,
laughter
love
and hope.

Cheri Lynn Dec 2013

Obituary

I wish I had known you when you were alive,
when your heart was still beating and your skin was flush.
I wish I had known your will to survive when your thoughts weren't in such a rush.

I wish I had met you back when we were young,
before all these trials of life...
I wish we had cried all our tears to the ground and evicted the whole of our strife.

Never, no never, did I ever think
that I'd bury a friend like you.
But clever, so clever, those poisonous barbs that split both our hearts in two.

I loved you so deeply, though you were so cold
I was fooled by the warmth of a lie.
Naked and blinded I gave you the knife
and lifted my eyes to the sky.

Now I've stumbled through darkness and stretched for a hand, wishing sometimes I could die.
While loneliness dances across my heart, suppressing my urge to cry.

I wish I had known you when you were alive,
when your heart was still beating and your skin was flush.
I wish I had known that I'd lose such a friend in a sparring that I couldn't crush.

I wish I had met you back when we were young,
before all these trials of life...
I wish we had cried all our tears to the ground and evicted the whole of our strife.

Never. No never.
Did I ever think that I'd bury a friend like you.....

But clever, so clever, those poisonous barbs that split both our hearts in two.

Cheri Lynn Dec 2013

Morning Ghost

I've been lying in this twist of sheets
with feet hanging off the edge of the world.
I rub my blurry eyes.
My fingers catching in my tangled hair.
"Sit up." I tell myself.
Feel that familiar loss.
A puff of breath escapes.
Light spills in through my window, pouring onto the floor.
It beckons me to rise, but how can I?
The last vestiges of you will evaporate.

Day starts.

My head hits the pillow again,
where I imagined you to be.
These reveries fill my mind with flashes of skin, and scent.
You on me.

I roll off the edge of the world now, wondering,
how does one pull reality out of these cloudy, pensive corners?
I need to know,
because you're waiting for me there...so far away.

It's you I need. Just you.

Tell me what I have to do to make this real.

All the colors are ****** to gray.
Time forces me to be still.
The damnable mirror reflects my face - looking back at only me.
Without you.

I rub the chill from my limbs.
I go about the trivial parts, only half aware.
I'm always living somewhere else inside my head.
A morning ghost.

Cheri Lynn Dec 2013

Dedication

What happens when life stops?

Life stops. It happens.

I think of breathing out...

A long, deep, release - exhale.

Rest.

I think of being free, weightless.
Worlds open up at our feet, familiar yet new to our eyes,
as we dare to pull our gaze away from what we know, and we allow ourselves to focus
on something bigger.

The sharp, direct, avenues of the life we just lived:
L-shaped and dotted with choices.
The languid, lazy O of our many years stretched out from beginning to end, coming together at the same point.
All people, places, events forming a V to the center of it all, the apex. God.
Our spirit divides itself in an E among the lifetimes, learning and learning again...going in all directions at least once.
Until we know...Love.
What it is. Really.
Only then do we know peace.
When Life...
Stops.

We begin.

(This is dedicated to every person I have ever loved and lost, or will lose to death on this earth. I have not lost you, not really...and neither has any one else. We're just in the queue waiting to begin our real lives back at home with you. I love you. Keep the light on for me.)

Cheri Lynn Dec 2013

Guardian

Water drops slid down
on my bedroom windowpane
and I wondered if I'd ever feel something good again.
I remember just that night as if it's happening right now, obsessed with asking why, asking when, and asking how.

Feeling absolutely lonely, left me like a hollow shell,
No more cares or worries to be shared, I had no stories left to tell.
I felt like life had left me, like my rib cage split in two, and ever since that night...
I realize now...
I dreamt of you.

It's funny how life's trials can inhibit us
to see the innate good in people
or what's truly meant to be.
We all become so jaded and so strictly "Bulletproof"
that we shut out all our senses and resign to just aloof.
But the point that I'd been missing
is now shining crystal clear...
I had to face these trials just so I could meet you here.

So please say that you'll hear me when I need to call your name,
and please don't ever fear me, I promise you it's not a game.
Everyone who ever passes through has their own side to tell,
Each and every one of us has suffered our own hell.
I won't pretend to have the answers
or to know the reasons why,
but the way this path's unfolding seems commanded from the sky.

Apparently, my voice was heard.
Gods had messages to tell.
A warden to protect my heart...
They sent me Gabriel.

— The End —