Where the Waves break

I want to make love with you

That's true, one time before I die

I want to feel my breath on you

I want to hear you sigh

I want to wrap my arms and legs around you

And feel you rush over and over like the tide into me

I want to walk with you along the beach

That's where I want to be

Come with me and take my hand

We'll make love upon the sand

Where the waves break

On the line between a woman and a man

(c) Colleen Lloyd

February 11, 1993

Could Have Beens

Sometimes all you're left with is why 

Questions you stare like holes into the sky 

And God is cruel 'cause he's not there, there's no reply 

Only what could have been.

And there's no going back, no rewind, no erase 

The lines you slashed out with are left, too, on your face 

The tears you wouldn't cry have dried you up in place 

Of love that could have been. 

And what is real and what is a lie
Will just be buried like a settler who died
And left you wondering o'er his grave 'bout who am I
And life that could have been.

(c) Colleen Lloyd
June 17, 2014 9:30 PM
Hurricane, Utah

Thanks, Dad (Father's Day 1988)

Dear Dad;Thanks for the memories

They're here in my heart

And I know you and me

Will never, never part

Thanks for the melodies

In warm summer days

Thanks for giving to me

In your special ways

Thanks for the smiles

And the joys

And the toys

Every Christmas

And Easter

And birthday

You made the best you could

Thanks, for the while

We've been together

Will always be good

Thanks for the card, Dad

Thanks for the back yard, Dad

Thanks for the call, Dad

Thanks for the rides and the trips to the mall, Dad

Thanks for the love when things are hard, Dad

Thanks for it all, Dad

But most of all, Dad

Thanks

(c) Colleen Lloyd 

Father's Day 1988