Biography of Mary Lyle
I was born and raised in the small, rural town of Morganton, in western NC. As a young 'tomboy', I grew up in a male-dominated neighborhood where I partook in athletic endeavors that inevitably led me to become a 4-sport letterman in High School. I graduated from Freedom High School in 1991, a U.S. Army Scholar-Athlete (given each year to one male and one female for outstanding achievement in both areas) , as well as a member of the Vocational Honor Society. Moreover, I received scholarships in both Basketball and Volleyball to attend High Point University, located in High Point, NC. While there, I was elected to receive the Jessica T. Fogle Scholarship in Art, was a member of the Art Club, a member of the Van Gogh Society, and a 1996 graduate with a B.A. in Art and a Minor in Secondary Education. Additionally, I was a member of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes as Publicity Officer, often awarded the Millis Scholar/Athlete award each semester, many times included on the Dean's List, as well as voted Who's Who Among American Colleges and Universities.
Currently, I reside in TX. I am an avid Duathlete who also enjoys mountain biking, working out, and motorcycling.
Mary Lyle's Works:
Mary Lyle Poems
Alone With You
Alone with you Alone with you is where I long to be Alone with her is where you are free
Ray Of Light
You came to me a ray of light abruptly emerging through uncertain skies, Touching the Earth in a single eruption of force. Your piercing eyes as deep as the sky is profound. Your mouth as welcoming as the clouds are ceaseless.
My Dandelion; From what sun-kissed breeze did you arrive? Sweeping through my hair and across my lips, Ever so gently fondling my heart. Your softness eludes me like the darkness of a midnight sky.
Alas, 'tis the season for my heart to love. A crisp Monday morning; bustling bodies align the streets, shoving off to their jobs. The salty pavement ahead reflects only visions of those deep, radiant morsels; portals to your soul, summonsing me until all else becomes a faint muffle. The CD spins a kaleidescope of yesterday's images while rendering me incoherent.
All my days I have sought you like a flower following the sun; grasping for every morsel of light. The river of my essence has flowed to your inviting ocean; spinning in a cyclone of wildfire. My heart has become encapsulated by the sands of your shores, sucking me into euphoria. Love has encumbered my heart like that of a mother to her newborn child.
It is what it is This moment is only this moment That moment is gone; No two are alike
Flower you; so beautiful and bright Adored by all for your radiant beauty Petals plucked & leaves prodded by unworthy passers-by Resiliently returning the next season;
The undulance of the sea; serenity in its utmost form. Waves of constant occurence swallowing thoughts into its depths, towed away unencumbered to another psyche perched elsewhere upon its border. The emanating ocean flows forth a magnitude of calmness without halt. It stealthily lays upon its salty canvas an array of shells from its sandy palette.
My heart is but a mere plague; rapidly spreading emotion throughout my body until numbness succumbs my senses. Breathing becomes a gasp for reality lost in a river of tears; Mobility is pure agony. My torso is ravaged with sickness at the thought of your cerulean eyes becoming null to my vision forevermore. The very soul of me lies flattened and tormented as the hourglass selflishly empties, leaving a passion that will remain long thereafter.
Cyclone To Me
Cyclone thou art Encompassing a force to peel back layers ghastly congealed Soulful lifetime imprisoned behind skins leather tough Seeping, embedding poroused heart
Restless Wanting, Waiting, Needing.... Yearning expectedly Isn't it true that you should see yourself in your lover's eyes?
Oh, my light in the dark, from which star did you fall? How could you force the rain to fall heavily upon my soul? A puddle drowning my aura, my being.
West End Ambience
Dark, Deep, Transient - Softly Alluring, Melodic tunes. The block of light,
When shall my weary heart prevail from this ceaseless pain? Aching, my burning heart's love lost indefinitely. So long ago, soulmates in unity. Such fiery love like the passion of night.
My Dandelion; From what sun-kissed breeze did you arrive?
Sweeping through my hair and across my lips,
Ever so gently fondling my heart.
Your softness eludes me like the darkness of a midnight sky.
Your pureness envelopes me like the oceans to the shore.
Your subtleness whispers my name just as the
Crisp air gusts amidst a mountain top.
Your quiet, yet empowering, approach engulfing me like
The fog after a storm.