V C Vaughn

V C Vaughn Jun 2020

As the moon pulls the tide to the shore,
My heart pulls me to you.
Try as I might to pull myself back into this world,
I cannot.
My feelings are too strong.
The magnetic pull you have on my heart, sends
Me reeling.
I’m only genuinely happy,
Wrapped in the safety of your loving arms.
With you I’m completely free.
You accept my Gypsy soul,
No questions asked.
Your love is unconditional,
And without limits.
More than I’m entitled to and more then I deserve.
I love you today, tomorrow, forever.

V C Vaughn Jun 2020

Red dragonflies

I live a life of wild.
Of wild wind
Of tall trees,
Rushing waters,
And red dragonflies.
I wander through fields
of wild Iris’s hidden by
Tall ferns and sweet daisy’s
I hear the laughter of the creek as it meanders to the sound. The call of the gold finches catch my attention
As they dance by caught up
In the ritual of courting.
At night the strawberry moon smiles wishing me a goodnight and the stars shine like millions of fireflies.
Bright and out of reach.
From the outside looking in
My life may seem simple lacking excitement,
But I live a life of wild
Of wild wind
Of tall trees
Rushing waters
And red dragonflies.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

V C Vaughn May 2020

A Wild Life

I want a life that is wild, rare,
beautiful, and passionate.
A life that allows me to be me,
I want to embrace my Gypsy soul.
If that offends you, then I’m not for you.

If your offended when I throw back a
whiskey or three so be it.
I’m not a typical women.
I love to wander,
I enjoy the adventure of being lost.

I want to live a life of no regrets,
I want to try new things.
If I don’t like it oh well.
What does it matter,
I’ll try something different later.

I don’t want to be the person,
who never lives.
Because
they’re afraid of dying.
I don’t fear death,
But,
I do fear not living.

# fear #gyspy soul# #no regrets #wild

V C Vaughn May 2020

Mama Didn't raise no Quitter

Out my window there is nothing but wild.
The river rushes white the trees sway in the wind.
I hear the rain on the roof, as I curl up in the corner pen in hand.
My desire is to write you a love letter, but the words won’t come.
They all seem small and impotent.
They don’t convey what’s in my heart,
what I know is true, I love you.
I fear I’ll fail you, disappoint you, or worse yet lose you.
These are things I never want to happen.
But I also know it’s inevitable.
Just as the sun will rise, I will fail.
But with as much grace as I can mustard,
I will pick myself up dust myself off and try again.
Mama didn’t raise no quitter.

V C Vaughn May 2020

Not truly old

I long for time with you,
time just to be ourselves,
time get to know each other again.
Where different people now.
No longer young but not truly old.

When we were young life so was full of promise,
It held so many possibilities.
It was all,
Do I go left or right North or south?
Or…. should I just stand still and love where I am.

Now
Life goes by at warp speed.
Hours seem like minuets, minuets like seconds,
Weeks like days, months like weeks,
In the shake of my head a year has gone by.
Life is reminding me that time waits for no one.

I’m so done with mediocre.
So, I’m about to get selfish.
I’m going to spring for the good chocolate.
I’m drinking top shelf,
I’ll dance when the music moves me.
I’ll set by the river in the sunshine.
And,
I’ll find my passion.

V C Vaughn May 2020

Sinner or Saint

It has nothing to do with sinner,
or saint, righteous or wrong,
it’s about you,
and how I feel about you,
it’s about what I see when I look for you,
it’s about where I find you,
it’s about the calm and perspective you give me,
the love you give me Is unconditional.

I was made wild,
unable to conform to the constraints of polite society.
I have a basic need to be in nature.
a need to walk in the rain splash in puddles,
a need for the wind to rush around me,
to kiss my hair and lap at the edges of my skirt.
a need for the sun on my face, the warmth
wrapping me in unseen arms.

I feel you in all things.
There is no place I can go that you’re not.
Always waiting for me and always first,
never making me wait.
open to my love but never demanding it,
never telling me I’m to much or not enough,
knowing what I need and freely giving it to me.
I want to make you proud of the woman I am, faults, flaw’s, good bad the whole package.

I’m proud to belong to you,
if I achieve nothing else in my life but this,
I will consider my life a success.

V C Vaughn May 2020

Mama

Mama was a singer a good one too.
She was a beauty a small redhead with an evil temper.
She always believed she’d be famous someday
and
if times had been different, she may have been,
but it was the fifties
and
well Mama didn’t even drive.
But oh,
She loved Elvis the man the myth the legend and the music.
I can remember Mama swaying to his music,
calling him the,
King
Daddy gathering her in his arms,
setting her on his knee saying sing to me Bobby.
Her favorite song “Love me Tender”
a song I heard every day until I left home,
Mama humming along.
That’s
how I choose to remember Mama,
standing in the kitchen singing with Elvis.
Mama died young only 39,
She never saw me graduate college
Never meet her grandchildren
I have lots of memories of her
some good some bad.
But
the most constant is her standing at the stove
singing with The King.

Mama singer the king Elvis