She stands where sea and sorrow meet,
Barefoot on windswept, splintered boards,
Her father’s cap held soft and sweet,
A lifeline in her silent cords.

Each evening’s glow, a dying flame,
That once would kindle storms of hope—
Now waning embers whisper his name
Across the vast, unending scope.

Her ribbons fray with every tide,
Blue for sky, and yellow for dreams,
Red for the grief she cannot hide,
All drifting off in moonlit streams.

She breathes the salt, its stinging truth,
That love can leave without goodbye;
Her childhood bleeds into lost youth,
As gulls wheel tears across the sky.

When dawn arrives, the cap remains
A hollow crown of memory.
And she, with hollowed, aching veins,
Walks home alone, adrift at sea.

Kingdoms fall and empires fade,
Once great but now the world forsakes.
Look instead on those unseen,
For earthly things will lose their sheen.

When there is nothing left to say
And you don't know what to pray--
God knows what's in your heart,
The Spirit did He impart.

In times of trouble God hold our hand
Hears our cries bring out of theb dark into the light

Dandelions

So pretty you are
swaying in the wind
pretty dandelion owning
your own spring
Spring is here
each flower dancing in the wind
Your color is yellow golden
you are loved by the bees
One of nature's beauty you are to me

- Kay Lyn

her smile glowing like a moonlight in the sky,
soft as feather, brighter than a star.
my eyes can't process how beautiful
all i can do is admire it

i asked the moon, “why do I feel this way?
why do the stars all dim everytime i saw her?”
it sighed, “because her light outshines the night
she’s not just beauty, she’s the reason why.”

“i wish i were beside her,” i sighed to the moon.
“what would you do?” it asked, softening its glow.
my heart beating fast, “just let her know
she’s my dream, and i want it to be true.”