Written in the shadow of mountains

Oh how I glory in the verte of the foothills
Their glistening shine in the sun
Oh how they beg for a heart born gallop
Their surface concused by a run
Oh how I love the rock riddled mountains
Their granite and trees and rust
Oh how they offer me strength and peace
Their shelter given in trust
Oh how I dance in the blue of the bright skies
Their azure blanket so clear
Oh how they ask for wings to go flying
Their powerful winds erase fear

Tossed

Tonight, just tonight, I am tossed on the sea
No strength left to fight no will left in me
My sails are un-manned the winds cast me down
The waves throw me helpless, I just want to drown
I spin, no direction, my tears like the rain
My panic, my fear grows and feeds on the pain
I can't breathe I can't speak lost to the sadness
I can't see the horizon for the dark fog of madness
I long for a pair of arms to keep me anchored tonight
But harbor is denied, so I pray for dawns new light
To bring me sight of faith, renew my sense of hope
So I can fight again and come free of the rope
The lines that tie me down tonight
Battering the heart
For my stormy night has taken me clear of any chart

Metaphorically Speaking (or Similies make me Smile)

Wrote this for a boyfriend in my early twenties, one of my friends said I should make it into a Hallmark card. LOL Needless to say, it never saw the light of day beyond a select audience, til now....

You are good for me, like sunshine is good for flowers, like hugs are good for children, like tummy rubs are good for puppies and chin rubs are good for kittens. You warm me like the sun on a windy day, like hot chocolate on a snowy morning, like my favorite blanket when I'm under the weather, like my oldest sweater. You foster a sense of confidence, like being on the back of a good horse, like when I stand on the summit of a mountain, like when I hold a good weapon in my hands. You inspire me like a beautiful day, like a powerful song, like the flight of a hawk, like the faith of a child, like the wind in the trees, like the trust of a wild thing. You set me on fire, like the rush of adreniline, like the tear bringing speed of a good gallop, like the heady feeling of victory. You make me feel comfortable, like my favorite book, like broke in jeans, like an old chemise, like coming home. You are becoming all this, and more, as each day I discover more about you. I just thought you might like to know.

Dithering about

there is nothing in this world quite like
being loved by me
Its a gift that comes with no strings,
It's strength will set you free
For I will not cling, I will not beg
I'll simply offer the treasure
Should you choose to accept,
you will find it beyond measure

It's not long, it's not ever particularly good, but thats what came out when I started typing. And now, I wish you all a pleasant slumber- I, for one, am tanked.

Somethin Old, somethin new

So it strikes me hard that the things I wrote as a naive girl still ring of truth today.....I feel so alone tonight, despite all my lovely friends and amazing family, not unlike I often did in those days of yore. Tonight, I give you a blast from the past (highschool days) and one just written.

Before:

I am invisible, no one can see
The womans heart inside of me
None touch me or hold me in their heart
All longing forsaken to youthful loves art
None seeing the pain etched on my soul
Not watching while hurt exacts its toll
They only see horses, boots and blonde
No one bothers to look beyond

I sit in the corner of lifes theatre
Yet they hold no auditions,
Only see what you once were

I want no more than any woman or man
while every rejection just makes the flames fan
I want more than a friend, someone who sees me
Not what I was but who I can be.

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Tonight:

I ache in my heart, for something missing
I cry for something not mine
Till eyes grow weary and head grows heavy
with each dejected line.
I lay in dark silence, my ears unhearing
though there is a song to sing
All I can do is pray, for a heart at peace
whatever the dawn may bring

In the beginning.........

Indulge me for awhile, my friends. Today, as I was sorting through a box of memories, I came across some of my old writings. I think, this week, I'm going to work on getting them typed into the computer, so I thought I might share some of my favorite ones on here.

Here are two offerings from the later high school years:

Do you seek an answer,
or do you shy from the truth?
Do you revel in the freedom of the sky
or do you hide from the decisions you face?
Each soul treads its own road
each heart owns a pair of wings
So do you follow the beaten path
or blaze a fiery trail across the
belly of the universe?
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As the smell of the campfire still lingers,
and the memory of the flames still burn,
I lay quiet
savoring the misty moonlight.
Still as the rocks on the shadowy mountain
I settle into a peaceful sigh.
Wishing for nothing but someone to share this with.
The presence of the silent woods
echoes back the fiddling crickets
as the waterfall continues its
singleminded serenade.
And more than the bullfrogs are singing tonight
as my heart whispers its own song.
Now all that could improve the peace
that this place imparts to me
would be someone who knew
the same comforts.
So should it be that I ever love
should it be that I ever share
I only know that he too must hear
this lullabye that the earth
plays for me.

Personal Hell

If you don't wanna know about my personal life, read no further.

Ok, you've been warned ;-)



There is a special place in hell, for tempted souls like me-
I need not go to hell itself and the torturing is free.
What makes it so much very worse is that it's all self inflicted
I've been accuser, judge and jury, been tried and convicted
I'm guilty as the day is long of wanting more from life
I want to be a woman loved, for him to have me as his wife.
I long for passion, dream of skin and ponder tangled sheets
But I won't be getting that from the man for whom my heart still beats.
It's Hades curse and cupids bow combined to foul effect
To love a man I cannot have in more than heart and intellect
For I love a man who loves me, but will not use me well
And so I linger on in this, my special place in hell.