She's Not Me!

She's Not Me!

You can reach for the moon,

hitch your wagon to a star,

then run as far

as you think you can from me

still no matter how much you wish it to be...

she's not me!

She sprinkled stardust in your eyes,

but my love can mesmerize.

Go ahead try and flee

all my haunting memories,

but just remember...

she's not me!

She may touch you with her voice

that's totally your choice,

but what can really set you free

is your depth of love for me

and just remember...

she's not me!

By Deborah Gibson Taylor Copyright 2006

Sunset

Sunset

At dawn, I waited patiently on the Eastern shore,

and felt the sea spray on my face, hoping.

But, you never came.

At noon, I looked for you with shaded eyes

and a heart full of love, beyond the blue horizon, praying.

But nothing

At dusk, with heavy heart like the sinking sun that settles in the West

over the ocean waves, it came to me.

You would not come now, or ever.

At night, as clouds veiled the quartermoon with darkness,

it was then I realized with great sadness

what could have been was gone now and forever.

Copyright ©2009 Deborah Gibson Taylor