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Copyright Lyne's Creations October 2012, All Rights Reserved
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Note: I often come back, re-read and even edit my poems. They, like me,
are a work in progress. I may change a word here and there or I may add
a whole stanza!  Some have art, and some will get illustrated later on.

I just can't stop...seems I am writing my life in my poetry these days..


If Only To Dance  ....

a true story for my dear departed Aunt
 click here to see art to go with this

Feelings in my family were never expressed,
But it was Aunt Margaret that I loved the best.
She was the person I tried the hardest to please,
When she asked I addressed her as Aunt Louise.

I still regret all the limits our relationship had
My Aunt was perpetually withdrawn and sad.
I do know her greatest dream in life was ballet.
She was driven to practice very hard every day.

She came so close to achieving her dream,
Then arthritis hit, how could life be so mean?
She suffered in silence while hoping someday,
A little girl she had taught would succeed in ballet.

As she became aware of my growing spirituality,
She struggled with what she had kept in secrecy.

She confided in me that she felt so very strange,
And frightened as her world blurred and changed.
She appeared to be standing in another land entirely,
Oaks became aspens, with leaves fluttering brightly.

She felt she was in Russia, how could this be?
She wanted to confirm her experience's reality.
I was touched that she had given me the honor,
of sharing that which she had shared with no other.

Years later in life when I came for a long visit,
She spoke quite oddly, as she began to exhibit,
The actions of someone who was going away,
I was confused at what she was seeming to say.

As I left that visit, she looked directly into my eyes,
Gave me a warm hug and clearly bid me Good Bye.

It was just a few hours after my return home,
that I received that terrible call on my phone,
She had been struck down, was not expected to live,
I hurried back up there, so my good byes I could give.

Rushing to her bedside, my thoughts were confusing,
As I considered the language that I'd heard her using,
I was shivering with the knowledge that I was receiving,
Realizing she'd known on some level she was leaving.

I stood beside her bed in that horrible place,
and looked for some sign of life on her face.
Seeing none, I closed my eyes, just let myself feel,
And then I became aware of her soul, so very real.

In a whisper I said, you have nothing to fear,
You are free now, free to GO on from here!
I continued to assure my dear Aunt Louise,
It's really okay, Go to the light, you are free!

I surrounded her with all my love, all of my light,
In my mind's eye, I envisioned a beautiful sight,
You're now free to fly, you finally have the chance,
Be the ballerina you are, You can now truly dance!

                   ~Lyne's Creations


Good By to Second Life
(companion Art image here)

In spite of my ill health, Second Life really could give,
A place to exist normally, where I could in fact: LIVE.
For three remarkable years I lived a real life fantasy,
It was a fairy tale come true, our dream was a reality.

We made a connection, we had our own home,
We were social, doing things I had never known.
We had mutual friends, we dressed up, went out,
I learned what a normal happy life was really about.

It really was that I was dead for all of my years,
Until he led me to life and away from my tears.
I simply can't be where every sound, every sight,
Keeps reminding me of when life finally felt right.

No matter how I try, I simply can not go back,
Because all of the things in that life I now lack.
How can I convey the awful anguish still at play,
to friends who can't seem understand what I say?

Most people in that world are hiding and pretending
Essentially dishonest about what they are intending.
I no longer have the ability to trust, let alone energy,
To risk trying to find another rare person of honesty.

Now when I even think of logging on, I began to frown,
Such torment tears through me, I must shut it down,
So I can escape the terrible LOSS of LIFE I had found.
I'm finished, I'm done, I simply can NOT be around. (in SL)

I am not leaving the real world, or my art community, just the cyber world of
Second Life. I will be gone from SL indefinitely, while leaving ONE "bridge",
in case someday I do return.
 I just can't imagine I will ever want to be "social" in
Second Life again for a very long time.    
SL is ONLY good for a "voice chat" with my
  one important long time friend, that FYI, I met in the REAL world, where people are real!


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