Friday, March 7, 2014


It wasn't his hair
was his eyes
It wasn't the moon
 was the night

It wasn't the way he danced
was his smile
It wasn't his touch
was his warmth

It wasn't what he said
was what he wrote
It wasn't his heart
was his soul..xo
By Lynda Ferrer/RR/March2014

Petals to Ashes

To touch the velvet petal skin
touching dew tears
smell the perfume odor
kiss away the years

How red converts to brown
petals locked in pages
all falls to the ground
flowing away the ages

petals turn to ashes
blown away by wind
so do my memories
will forever end...
BY Author Lynda Ferrer/RR

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Will He Ever

Will he ever knock at my door
will he ever know who I am
will he know how I'd been
what I've done
and how I've tried

will he ever give me the call
when I'm in need and all falls
will I ever know him well
how he thinks if all is well

Will he know of my faith
the love I've shown
in all my grace

Will he ever knock at my door
so I can live in spirit for ever more...
poem By Lynda Ferrer/2014