Reflections

Photo © Dawn Allynn

Who is that person that I see?
That mirror image is not me!
It looks like me, it acts like me...
But something's not quite right.

Everything is turned around,
Why, I am up...and he is down!
On him my smile looks like a frown,
It's giving me a fright.

I try to move both left and right,
If he'd come here we'd have a fight!
He doesn't ever leave my sight,
But he ripples in the wind.

When I look he seems to stare
But guess that I don't care,
Because as long as he is there
I'll always have a friend.

Irised Skies

Photo © Dawn Allynn

Irised skies fly overhead

They're deemed my consolation.

Shades of yellow, blue and red,

Retain my fascination.

Adorning tops of highest mountains,

Flamboyant and so carefree,

Replacing gray and rainy fountains,

God’s love for all to see.

-1982

Beneath Stars (Song)

Photo © Dawn Allynn

Where you find
Bonnie heather a growin’
On a braw hillside
Woncha lay wi’ me
In the tall green grass
And watch the stars tonight

Oh where the wind
'Cross the loch is blowin'
And the skies are open wide
I wanna lay wi' you
And hold yer hand
And watch the stars at night.

My heart is yours,
My love is yours
Forever they will be
You know I'll always love you,
'Till the stars fall to the sea.

So, though I’ll grow old
And my body weary
An' the sight might leave my eyes
I’ll lay with you
Until I die
Beneath the stars at night.

(Revised 2008 - Click the video below to hear the song)

Death Inside

Photo © Dawn Allynn


There is death
Inside of me
Sometimes
Seeking escape
From fear
No decay nor gravesite looms
Yet
My bones and
My heart
Sing for release
Pleading
No more no more no more no more
Wishing for security
But knowing
There is none
And
There is death
Inside of me
Sometimes.-2002

Inward Waltz

Photo © Dawn Allynn

I am a dance with myself
Simple, complex
Flutter, quiver, shake
Movement rarely repetitious,
Nothing ever fake.
If I show it, will you know it?
Perhaps my meaning is
Not in itself an interpretation.

Here I remain indifferent.

My pageant
Is not meant for the multitude.

Regrets?
Absolutely – but only of lessons
Learned so late.

Growing is not always easy
But necessarily
Necessary.

The hardest lesson of all
Was learning to like myself in the dance.

-1982