...Wrinkled...

Wrinkled

...sorry...

That I cause a wrinkle in your life.

...sorry...

That I can't seem to let you go.

I'm like an old wore out t-shirt...

Happily lying crumpled in the corner.

Just being near you...

To hear your voice...

Is enough ... perhaps.

Seems so forlorn...

...maybe today, I'll be worn.

...sorry...

I hope I don't cause you any strife.

...sorry...

My heart seems to not want to go...

...away...

Don't smooth out... this wrinkle in your life.

Could you please...

...just let me stay...

...Ten Years Ago...Today.

Eyes well up... tears come again...from that day that seems so far away...yet so close.

Heart feels wounded...the scars are still tender.

Bravery seen... understood ... but unexplainable.

Thankfulness felt ... yet unable to say enough.

Strength needed ... so glad for amazing grace.

♥ America

The Ride...

My hands... run across the stallion's neck.. and my body leans into him...

He shakes his mane... a little wild-eyed from anticipation...


He knows his rider... he understands her.


The stallion... paws the ground nervously.
Shifts his feet.

I bury my face in his neck... as my hands run across his sleek body.

I grab a handful of mane...
And I jump onto his back.

He gives a little lunge...

...whoa... Babe.. Take it easy...

I sink in my hips.
I twist my hand in the mane.
I squeeze my knees... into his ribs...

He sinks back on his haunches...
And takes off.

I lean forward... the wind in my face...
My eyes sting a bit... and tears form...
There is a roar in my ears.

I become one with his rhythm.
His neck gets flatter... and flatter...
As he stretches out... into a run.

I hang on... whispering to him.
I feel his strength underneath me.
His breathing... is loud now.

Where will he take me?

I close my eyes for a moment...
And live in the experience.

His tempo is beginning to slow...

White foam sweat... has formed on his neck.

The stallion is spent... but the arch in his neck... shows that he is well pleased with himself.

And I...

And I... am grateful for the gift.


The gift... of "the ride".

I Am Yours...

You make me so happy.

You're not mine...


My heart leaps when I hear your voice.

You're not mine...


My soul is filled with songs.

You're not mine...


You are my daydream.

You're not mine...


I cling to every minute that I have with you.

You're not mine...


My body craves your touch.

You're not mine...


My nights are filled with dreams of you.

You're not mine...


You're not mine...

But I am yours.


My heart cries out in agony.

Because you're not mine...

...Flesh...

You took my heart of stone...

Turned it into flesh and blood.

And now...

And now.

I feel the pain...

The same pain that every other ordinary human being feels.

It hurts...

It hurts so bad.

The tears...

The tears are hot.

How does one stand being human...

How do you survive it?

Let Me...

Let me lie my head against your chest...

Listen to your heart...

Feel your breath.


Let me feel your warmth...

Your gentle touch...

Make me feel safe.


Let me watch the sunset with you...

Hold your hand...

Enjoy the breeze... together.


Let me say silly things..

Tease you...

Laugh.


Let me sing out of tune...

A love song...

And think of you.


Let me cry...

For things lost..

And hold me... please.

So Do I...

When you're happy...
So am I.

When you're sad...
So am I.

When you're frustrated...
So am I.

When you're perplexed...
So am I.

When you are angry...
So am I.


When you hurt...

So do I.