How long has it been
Since my life was rearranged
And the pattern of my breathing
Was drastically changed?
How many minutes have ticked away
Since your sky merged into mine
And all that surrounds me has vanished
With no measure of time?
In the vast darkness way up high
We find shelter under the moon
In our hearts, minds, and souls
We find ourselves marooned
LS 2016
(a little bit of romance)
Hello Friends,
WordPress tells me that it’s my 6th anniversary, but I seem to be one year off. Anyway, I’ll take it if it’s cause for celebration. 🙂 This blogging journey has been wonderful in so many ways, mostly because I’ve met all of you! I know I’ve taken some breaks, and I also haven’t blogged in the last few weeks because this class I’m taking demands a LOT of homework. I’m trying to find some type of balance, but I guess I’m just moving around here slowly. I’m done with this week’s h/w though, which is due tomorrow by noon, so I’m going to dive into my inundated email this morning and read some blogs I’ve unintentionally ignored. ♥
I’ll end with, not only a fun haiku for the new autumn season (ironically, we’re having 100 degree weather), but with also another BIG “Thank You” for all your likes and comments, but most importantly, your friendship, love, and support. ♥
pumpkins on the porch
sandles in hybernation
hello socks and boots
HAVE A WONDERFUL AND PEACEFUL SUNDAY! SENDING LOTS OF LOVE, LAUREN ♥
I am flawed
You are flawed
We are perfect
for each other
LS 2016
(Really, enough said, right? If anyone is searching for that perfect partner,
they’re wasting their time. When you love someone, you love them for
their wonderful qualities and for all of their imperfections, too – the
components to their personality or appearance that they most likely
try to hide. That is where true love to the depths of our hearts comes alive. ♥)
His mind floated through life
where it couldn’t be stopped,
even his logic kept flight
Her face controlled his dreams
as he struggled between the
crevices of reality
below the moon’s supervision
He desired to write poetry,
wordless poetry on her silky skin,
how the touch and taste of her
would be rich to his spirit
But knowing she was far out of reach,
her whispered kisses
wove softly through his fingers
Lauren Scott © 2016
She wonders
why the music
had to end
and if the dance
will begin again
The lyrics play
over and over
in her mind,
yet the melody
remains silent
for a lifetime
Lauren Scott © 2016
When a tornado storms
through my work day and
my desk is the aftermath
When my brain is frazzled and
I’m ready for a bubble bath
I may hesitate when the phone rings
because there’s so much to do
but when I hear your voice
I know I’ll pull through
Lauren Scott © 2015
🙂 ♥
My desire
isn’t to see
you again,
nor to touch
your face
as my lips
meet yours
(a longing
from
yesterday)
instead,
I must do
what is right
for you and me…
let go of
futile dreams
Lauren Scott © 2015
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 