ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS

That summer day, I caught the bouquet,
White roses, blue ribbons, given to me,
Unseen hands lofting the flowers caught so easily,
As if meant for me, a gift to Myself.

Artificial flowers, captured in a glass vase,
Sit on my bedside table, by a photo of a man from OZ,
Distance keeps our love on a shelf, and I wonder
Why can't he be honest with himself?

Too many irons in the fire, allowed to quench his desire,
Time zones away, my heart aches, life again,
Slams on the brakes, reality slaps him in the face,
His commitments keep me in my place.

Artificial flowers, lasting beauty,
Real love sacrificed to duty,
This conundrum of the heart,
With no choice, keeps us apart.

Time As Perceived

Time for me to find my own song,
Time to get off the shelf,
Time for me to get along,
Time to find myself.

Time in two zones, can make you mad,
Time with you makes me glad,
Time alone can make me strive,
Time with you makes me alive.

Nearly four years, who would have believed,
Nearly mad with things misperceived,
Feeling proud with what I've achieved,
Feeling glad with all I've received.

Time is nearly over this year,
Time as future isn't here,
Time has passed, beyond my fear,
Time is NOW, to get in gear.

OUR SECRET WORLD

We have a secret, my Twin and I,
A safe place for us to laugh and cry,
A place for us to meet face to face,
A space for him, free from the Rat Race.

It's a place just for us,
Away from the outside world's clamor and fuss,
Safe from other pressing demands,
Where we can meet as woman and man.

This is where we can flirt and play,
Or be serious for the day,
With our chat, get carried away,
Or on Skype,  hear what  our hearts long to say...
But sometimes life gets in the way.

Family demands, and work never ends,
And then he decides to go out with friends,
I feel I'm on the back burner again,
But soon he is back, making amends.

Maybe I'm working too hard,  says he,
You have that tendency, I agree,
We both dive deep when we're having fun,
And forget to come up for air and sun.

IN THE ZONE

This may be the longest online affair,
Fueled with passionate Fire and Air,
I used to worry we'll never meet,
But there's no hurry, no sense of defeat.

My expectations, schedules and goals,
Unrealistic, dug deeper holes,
Feelings were hurt, disappointed me,
But with your patience, finally, I see.

We can't plan the future, and must accept,
This moment of Now, without regret,
Trust in the love, we've always known,
Enjoy each other, stay in the zone.

When we're together, just US alone,
Whether on chat, or calls on the phone,
This is our time, and our world,
You are mine, and I'm your girl.

By AstrandaLynn~~~Copyright 2013~~~

TIME'S ILLUSION, MIND'S DELUSION

Seasons change, and length of day,
Now time makes you seem farther away,
Daylight Saving brings you more sun,
More time for you to have Springtime fun,
But now instead of twelve plus three,
Twelve plus four separates you from me.

I know it's just an illusion of time,
Silly delusion of my mind,
And I know we're never apart,
Always together in our heart,
It's all a silly game we play,
As the night turns into day.

Sometimes, sleeping in my cave,
Curtains closed, in restless rave,
I don't know if day or night,
Tries to bring me into light,
Or if the time is wrong or right.

What a strange reality,
Online Time's become for me,
Is this a New Paradigm,
Living life without Time?
Meditation's a timeless place,
Consciousness, without haste.

Time's a man-made reality,
Relevant for this land of 3D,
When we see past veils of confusion,
We'll see that it's all been an illusion.

By AstrandaLynn~~~Copyright 2013~~~

A QUESTION OF TIMING

Does it really matter who contacts who,
Or who's the first to say I love you,
People say I shouldn't chase,
That, maybe, I should slow down the pace,
I wonder if that's always the case.

I sometimes feel if I don't start,
And share the poems in my heart,
Even if it makes me first,
My feelings soon will make me burst,
And so I speak, blessed or cursed.

Spontaneity makes me bold,
Reality often seems so cold,
Waiting, wondering if you'll reply,
Or be so busy, you'll try to deny,
Then Come to me later, and, Sorry, sigh.

It seems to be our paradigm,
That I must often wait in line,
You have your world, I have mine,
And often, WE don't have much time.

But when we do, we flirt and play,
While away the time of day,
For a while you are mine,
Sharing love til another time,
In our secret world, online.

By AstrandaLynn~~~Copyright 2013~~~

Torn Between Two Worlds

You call me your Aussie-American girl,
And I'm straddling between two worlds,
Burning the candle at both ends,
Knowing we're more than just casual friends.

Sometimes, our two worlds clash,
Thunder rolls, and lightning strikes flash,
Storm clouds burst, tears fall like rain,
We chat, and soon the sun shines again.

You have your world, I have mine,
Sometimes, we can't be together online,
This long-distance love affair takes its toll,
I wonder sometimes, what is our goal.

Chat can be a double-edged sword,
Sometimes causes misunderstood words,
Cute emoticons show how we feel,
But Skype and video makes it more real.

Lonely nights, blindly staring at ceilings,
Thoughts of you sending my senses reeling,
Being with you, the only cure,
But time zones can't always make that sure.

You are often tired, I am too,
Sometimes, forced, hard things to do,
Sleep is often the sacrifice,
Living and loving, our double-edged life.

By AstrandaLynn~~~Copyright 2013~~~