Poems By Lara

As The Wild Rose

In my perfect garden..

there grows a wild rose.
How it ever got there is a mystery I suppose.

Amid the ordered splendor

of this perfect little world..
Dares this untamed beauty to proudly be unfurled..

As I work amongst the blooms

with my spade in hand.
I start to put an end again to her defiant stand.

But I guess I cant quite do it..

because I often think shes me...
filled with wild musings and dreams of being free.

Amid the ordered splendor

of my perfect little world.
I long to have my untamed soul to proudly be unfurled.

Dreaming

Slowly awakening
Dreams remnants fade.
As awareness comes.......
Sadness presses in.
I struggle through the mists of sleep
Reaching for that perfect feeling
Left in shadows...
A sirens call to oblivion
I yearn to answer.
Already its far away.....
That sweet moment...
Slipping beyond my grasp.
I squeeze my eyes shut against the tears.......
Because I know.........
Dreams never last........

Heart Echoes

Whispers in the night
Echo in my heart.....
Your firm caress still burns my skin
Imprinted from the start.
Memories of ecstasy travel every nerve
Seeking favored places
And tracing every curve.
Alone in darkened silence...
Sounds ghost across my heart,
Each touch we shared...each moment,
Since we have been apart.
The way you looked at me
Brings a trembling sigh....
To lips that feel the heat
Of our kiss goodbye......

Dad

Memories knife through my heart
A seige of what we share
Your solid strength ...your wisdom..
The times you were always there...
I remember all the fishing trips
And your tales of "Mike the Pike".
The lakes and rivers that we searched
And the miles that you made me hike.

As I grew you did your best
To support my feminine dreams..
Make-up.....boys.....and music......
You had endless patience it seems.

Through it all you loved me
With a long suffering grin...
And when I stumbled badly
You said ...to try......is to always win.

Now we face your darkest hour
Without me by your side
And I must be the strong one
And pretend that I havent cried...
My bleeding heart holds such love for you
As your future is veiled in haze....
And if your strength should fail you...
Ill give you mine in the coming days.....

Well of Hope

Seasons change
And reasons fly
Through the mists
We wonder why...
Searching for that perfect clue
To what is right.....
To what is true.....
Cloak of sorrow
Mask of pain
Wheres the hope
To live again
Deep and still
That ancient well
Where strength resides
And all dreams dwell.
Our unquenched thirst
Drives our greed
To seek the answers
That we need.......

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