Stacia Lynn Reynolds
TRUE
My finger traces the path upon your
face, from your tears
Slowly removing the stain, of past
hurt and regret
Your face warms, a smile lifts;
your inner glow appears.
A light which was removed by strive
and turmoil.
Together, as one being - soul to
soul; Our connection
Has found its way through high and
stormy gales
Because our anchor held onto which
we knew
To be true: true to heart, true to soul, true to mind.
©Stacia Lynn Reynolds
TAKEN HOLD
You have grasped a hold, of
A part of me I thought had died
A part so deep, in a place I did
hide
Far from any human form
From dark ravenous attacks
A fortress so high
Reaching beyond my own eye
And beyond the chasm of prey
The creatures that lurk in the
“shady” places
That steal, kill, destroy and
remove the traces
Of shattered dreams, peace and
hope.
A simple statement uttered
Behold you were there
I felt your protection circling in
the air
Encompassing around
Though no physical touch was found.
Taken back by what is perceived
Moreover, desired to lean
Into that which felt so warm
No fear, but the feeling of adored
Unlike no other encounter I'd been
So here I stand with an
outstretched hand…
©Stacia Lynn Reynolds
THE LIGHTHOUSE
A dark cloud passed, for season
time cast
Amidst a light shone; a lighthouse
beacon
Illuminating grey surrounding’s
dark hues
Upon horizon’s view; caught in
heavy gale
Ship sailing rough waves perceived
its glow
Promised hope, set sail on its
course
Upon secure trusted foundation
Where the lighthouse meets the
storm
©
STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS
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