-By Linda Lee Lyberg Battle scarred spirit Each remembrance a ribbon Advertisements
I Thought -Linda Lee Lyberg I thought I heard you speak my name But it was only the billowing wind Playing its mysterious mind game Sending my heart cries into a spin
He floated freely through life, with the wind as his companion. Always free, never encumbered.” – Linda Lee Lyberg Yesterday, I said good-bye to my father for the last time. And although he was never in my life much, there is a new emptiness…
Roads -Linda Lee Lyberg Living in the shadows of your life Searching for paths into your heart Looking for answers all in strife A journey so hard unsure where to start.
Butterflies drifting In tune with the wafting air Floating not fighting. Copyright©2017 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Color of Love -Linda Lee Lyberg Morning peeks through my window In my forgetful slumber I reach out for you My hand touches the Cold pillow where your Head once lay And I remember.
Tarnished Heart -Linda Lee Lyberg Polish my tarnished heart With your divine love Fill in all the fissures From broken promises And shattered dreams Flowing in the rivers Of my fatigued soul.
Natty loved to sing. She wasn’t any good at it, but she sang anyway. When she was younger, her grandmother told her “Sing the words in your normal voice child. You’ll get it someday.” Her grandma ought to know;she was a blues singer in…
What If -Linda Lee Lyberg What if A heart is sad, But can love just the same As when it is joyous and true The sadness has nothing to do with you And everything to do with life’s test, To merit the worthiness of…
Shining Soul -Linda Lee Lyberg Each day I sit and write With pen upon blank paper Searching the hidden recesses Of my lovely capricious mind.
I submit with my Eyes yet the temptation of Your lips I resist. Copyright©2017 Linda Lee Lyberg
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