a writer in secret
a secret I couldn’t keep
she found the words I’d written
that night I fell asleep

notebook in hand
pen by my side
she discovered emotions
I tried hard to hide

but writing is sacred
this much she knew
she put back my notebook
a deep love so true

when I flew to Monterey
I noticed my heart was weak
every now and then you see
it would skip a                         beat

doctors ran tests, talked it through
they found no problem in sight
so I went home and told my love
but then I felt just                   right

maybe that’s what happens now
whenever I go away
maybe next time I need to leave
instead I will just                    stay

my vocabulary is not small
nor my imagination weak
but every time you seem to call
I find no words to speak

she grounds me
like a heavy stone holding me down
stuck to the dirt and kept from flying high
held back, reduced, prevented from greatness
dreams crushed, beyond reach
she grounds me
like a great Red Oak, my roots are deep
in touch with myself and capable of anything
focused, determined, unshakable in all I do
my dreams a reality, nothing impossible
she grounds me