Lyn Geist Poems

*when the sunshine rocks a fuschia sky, and the blackness fades away,
I'll still listen for the echo
of the words you used to say.
Clenched tightly in my midnight dream is a hope for you and me,
...

She lies in a tangle of blankets, breathing in the scent of sadness.
The sounds of desperation within the dark leak pain into her soul.
Burdened by the years of standing tall, crushed by the loneliness.
She believed the strength inside would carry her beyond the emptiness.
...

Some say the moments magical,
hidden behind a dream,
And I know my soul is fluttering,
can it be just as it seems?
...

Beckoned by a lingering tale,
Told countless times before
She held her hand across her heart,
And heard his words once more.
...