In dew kissed morning hours tiny cottoned seed takes flight lands among Spring’s wildflowers seeking sun’s resplendent light. Advertisements
Embrace life energy with intent let honeyed elixir wash over soul be not afraid or filled with lament the nectar will heal, make you whole.
Suddenly the gossamer veil slips Between other worlds and reality My psychedelic imagination trips As I peer through the finest filigree.
Our passion haunts my dreams during endless ebony nights quivering murmurs and pleas as our souls yearn to take flight.
The villagers scream Run, be sorely afraid! Though not a charming beast to hold and love When knights heft their mighty steel blades She peers into his eyes, sees the soul of a dove
Upon reflection with Moon The answers there to see A tortured heart swooned Once tethered soul set free
And thus by fate I’m empowered, Living an humble life pondering The glorious splendor of the flower As under the moonlight I’m sauntering.
As the insistent blackbird cried There came a familiar voice He spoke to me and sighed You know this was a choice
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Your memory is a wilting rose Fraught with cold moonlight Red petals weep in silent repose Mourning its soul’s fated plight.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg At my open window I sit and write As white butterflies waltz in mid-air Some say a symbol of souls alight I bow my head and kneel in prayer
-By Linda Lee Lyberg A brave man he was to venture in Where no one dared to lightly tread Although he knew not where to begin His heart took charge and to her lead
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Shallow armor, outer skin Your words cut to the core Dare I ever attempt to win Bathed in the bloody gore.