Monthly Archives: September 2016

The Lady

The Written Delights Of The Peach Poet

Dresses and pearls
Stockings and lace
Silk fabric and curls
The Lady fits her place.

Beneath all the rich finery
Hidden deep within her eyes
Is a woman wanting something
That she left far behind.

Though her life is different
Then she ever thought it would be
Inside lives the young girl
Who was once brave, wild and free.

You see her as a Lady
One of beauty and grace
She’s elegant, sweet and kind
A smile always on her face.

Someone knew her long ago
When her eyes were alight
A fire burned in her
Even the Sun thought was bright.

Her light was a beacon
That drew many to her flame
And I was the willing moth
That was ready to play the game.

Her love was strong and wild
Perfect was her place
Always her open arms surrounded me
Between us there was no space

Love like…

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Back Roads and Butterflies 

Hiding out in the nine to five, holding on, barley alive..

I wish you could save me.

These city streets always seem so cold, this glass and steel never feels like home

I picture you at my window. I want to fly away.

I want to go back to the time when the only pain in our lives, was the kind that aches in your side when you laugh. Drifting like clouds in the sky, before the world lost it’s shine, 

Back the back roads and butterflies.
*Peeling back the layers of the passing days, I can almost see the image of your face… snapshot memory, reaching out through time and space.Was that a lifetime ago?*

I wear a mask so no one knows that I am not just what they suppose.

Could the mask be falling?

I fight the tears as I turn away and go back to the life that I live today but I know you’ll be waiting…

I’ll see you again some day.

Then I can go back to the time when the only pain in our lives was the kind that aches in your side when you laugh. Drifting like clouds in the sky, before the word lost it’s shine,

Back to the back roads and butterflies.