The Bird and the Willow (Poem)

Spread the word
the weeping willow
followed the lonely bird,
thus the bird felt alone
not anyone heard his morning song.

The willow listened through the night
how he sang magic tunes through twilight,
the stars dance the moon so bright
the bird observe no one at sight.

The bird stopped the lonely tune
the willowed mourned under the dark moon
the bird heard and asked him why
because no longer your tune at night.

Deep sorrow the bird confused
created by heart the most beautiful tune
the willow danced under the bright moon
the bird never felt lonely again in the lagoon.
©LF /2012

High and low (musical muse)

Everybody wants to  feel high

Everybody wants to feel high

High in the sky

Like an eagle in flight

No matter what’s the night

Gotta be there alright

In dreams of solitary ambition

To cope with the suspicion

Going high falling low

Gotta get there

Where love goes

Party high party light

Being high makes you  bright

Takes you to fantasy land

Whereas dreams cover the sand

Doesn’t mean drugs will take you there

Power can be in the midnight air

From high to low you’ll learn the flow

As long as love in shadow shows…

By composer Lynda Ferrer /Rightsreserved

You're the Blame (Musical Muse)

Alone in myself
in my world

All was different
when you were near
the oceans called
the birds feared

But you decided
to leave me too
knowing our love
past through blues

They say it was me
who did it wrong
but you know
that I was strong

When the words you said
not loved anymore
were erased from your heart
torn me apart

I tried to save
your love that day
and all you did
was walk away

You're the blame
it's not the same
But I am sure
My love was pure
By Author Lynda Ferrer /copyright/2014/RR

Him

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

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

Heart at sea

Alone my heart floats
just like a boat
from rough seas of trust
away from love lust

A voyage from you
searching for truths
your love in blue
all gone untrue

As it drifts away
slowly and soft
refreshing each beat
calming its needs

It alone survives
the wind and the tides
the salt and rocks
as destiny knocks

Sinking in ocean floors
the heart of love no more
who left the cold shore
away from love lust.
©lyndaFerrer/2014/ARR/photo and poem