When your hair shines like a silver coin
and your age is no longer twenty-one,
when your only hope is simply to remember
and not merely to follow the sun,
will you be grateful for the morning light
when your body has broken in diverse ways
or will you fear the changes fallen upon you
and dread the time in your days?
Lauren Scott © 2015
She rose with languid movements
and when the sun greeted her
through billowing curtains
she recalled the dream
that rocked her through the night,
a dream that didn’t become
broken pieces of wishes,
a dream that remained,
sensations that were felt,
yet confusion ran through her veins
even though vivid images played
again and again in her mind,
images that were whole
and so she wondered
Lauren Scott © 2015
With paled eyelids
no tears confined
where love once was
is no longer blind
but clear and coarse
it pierces the heart
resembling a war
of two worlds apart
Lauren Scott © 2015
Our dance
continues
beneath
the sheets
where our
movements
stay in sync
taking turns
as conductor,
we never
miss
a beat
this melody
we composed
has us only
wanting more
leading to
a beautiful
crescendo,
absolutely
loving
the score
LScott © 2015
They are in control of
Their content and volume
They can spread love universally
Their intent can increase cruelty
They are powerful to a higher degree
Their gift is not to be taken in vain
They are us, they are you, and they are we
Their capability can beautify our world
They are counting on us to nurture
Their ability to mend what. has. been. broken.
Lauren Scott © 2015
Does the summer breeze
carry thoughts of me to you?
Do your dreams paint pictures of us?
I wish to be the place you go
at the end of your day
I don’t want to be a fraction
in your life equation
I long to be your sole distraction
Lauren Scott © 2015
I’ve reached a place
I never dared to imagine
There is beauty here
but also emotional pain
The invisible line can be
clearly seen but it has
yet to be crossed
Is this reality or dream?
Lauren Scott © 2015
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 