Fading Stars of Love

You're walking hand in hand,

looking at the stars in the sky,

whispering empty promises

into each others eyes.

With brief hello's and long goodbyes

and wandering thoughts in the endless sighs.

You really don't know what you want,

but you pretend to have it all in control.

Each time you make the eternal promise,

you give away a piece of your soul.

And every time you look at the stars,

you feel guilty for the love you stole.

Stacy Young 2012

Sedona Dream

This is a poem I wrote while camping in Sedona.

Not coming down for a long long time

Never been so high

In all my life

Up on this mountain I can touch the sky

And I feel like I can fly

All the negative energy

Has blown away

Now I can see

A lot more clarity

The dreams I’m having are so intense

They’re telling me things

That I used to miss

And guiding my spirit

To a place of bliss

Every night

My soul takes a ride

To a sacred place

Where I can confide

And on this mountain

I have no pride

Only when I’m still

Can I see inside

This is the magic pill

That takes me for a ride.

Stacy Young  ©2009