I can hear the vociferous seagulls
cry in the distance as we walk along the beach.
Our hands naturally intertwined by the bond of our love.
The crunching of the familiar sounds of the rocks mingled with dried kelp beneath our shoes
as we appreciate this special time away together.
The salty sea breeze of the Pacific Northwest gently dances through our hair
bringing a renewed zest for life as I take a mental x-ray photograph
to carry with me for the rest of my life.
We pass unfamiliar faces sharing a good natured smile
as we continue onward
sharing our hopes, our dreams.
The tides are low revealing sea creatures that scurry about before the relentless tides
force them to retreat to their darkened sea jungle.
We watch the seagulls take this opportunity
and dive for their fresh catch of the day.
The unremitting cycle of life is all around,
reminding us one day that too, will be our fate.
Yonder across the bay is another island,
with another beach waiting to be explored.
The memories of these walks will forever be etched in my
heart.
Lisa G 2000
Judging from the Outside
When we wear our rose colored glasses,
the world is a happy place to be;
The realities of our lives,
are locked safely away with a hidden key.
The rose colored glasses,
aren't quite enough to show;
Instead we wear designer names,
watching envy around us grow.
We send off our precious children,
to school in simply the best to wear;
Because we are the perfect parents,
letting others know we care.
With our designer rose colored glasses,
we can glow with pride to those we know;
Neglecting true feelings deep inside,
we can never let that show.
We clutch to our well worn bibles,
having studied and prayed so well;
We know who's going to be saved,
and those whom are damn to hell.
LisaG 2000
The Fire Goes Out
I stand and watch as the fire goes out,
and reflect upon my journey of late;
How do I hold these memories inside,
Do I write them off as fate.
I saw the fork in the road ahead,
yet it seemed so far away;
I didn't want to go there at all,
instead I put it off til that fateful day.
All those memories deep inside,
I wonder how I can let them go;
Do I pack them up in locked boxes,
Never letting my true feelings show.
Now the embers before me,
lay scattered on the ground;
their light is faded oh so dim,
there is no fuel to be found.
I stand there with fond memories,
as I turn and walk away at last;
I think of this as an experience,
that was somewhere in my past.
LisaG 2000
The Stranger Within
On the outside they see a confident woman
one who looks and dresses the part
On the outside they see a woman who will stand up for others
she'll fight to make changes to help those who are down
On the outside she smiles and opens her arms
never closing the door to anyone who needs a helping hand
On the outside she has a wonderful family, friends and home
a husband and daughters who love her and let her know they care
On the outside they see her as a woman who really has it all
wondering if she realizes just how lucky she is
On the outside she's happy and always lends a ear
she's show's that giving of oneself is what life is really all about
On the outside the world continues to go on day by day
they do not see the pain and sadness behind the closed door
