Wishing

A beauty... apparently

A carcass... she feels

Starved of love, awe and hope

Yearning for a kindred other 

If only to share the stars

A dreamer, idealist... perhaps

But it is the only way she knows

Her soul it doth reflect the light within

Her heart it whispers... yearns for love's solace

© Debbie Razey 2014

Burnt (For C.)

Momma always said not to look into the eyes of the sun

But from her wisdom I did not glean; a free sprit was I

Naïve, petulant child; dreams too big; impulsive - loaded gun

I ran with the flamboyant, the crazies; the ones with an edge

No fear, or thought of consequence, partook in misdemeanours 

My life would be like the movies; never once thought I'd be dead

Golden brown, came part of the package; the next step, the great high

I was indestructible; this was freedom, this to me shined

........quickly burnt up by the sun for looking too long at the sky!

Debbie Razey 2014