Siempre he estado sola, sola estoy y sola estaré.
Los pies de mí caminarán los caminos de la tierra.
Sola estaré con la luna y estrellas como la luz del camino.
Tendré los animales y árboles como mis compañeros.
Los árboles y las palabras que susurran en sus hojas,
Y en sus raíces encontré la paz y el consuelo.  
Allí me hago un con el bosque y aprendo de los días del pasado.  
Cuando el viento canta su cantante de solidad, recuerdo a él quien salí.  
Nunca cogeré a mi amante.  Nunca acariciar la cara de él otra vez.  
Para mí, él es perdido de mí por siempre.
Mi corazón se ha hecho frío.  Nunca más sentir el calor de amor o los brazos de mi amante.
La flor de mi juventud prematuramente ha salido de yo y nunca la regresará.  

-Marzo de 2014

I will always remember your soft dark eyes.
The depth they possessed always understood my questions of ‘why?’
You stole my heart with your gentle ways.
I love the way the wind blew your long mane.
You stood in the wind, like a charger of old.
Your fleet hooves carried your rider at paces untold.
Amidst your gentleness, and chivalrous ways,
You were a creature of freedom and even rebellion some days.
To earn your respect, and to sit you astride,
Is a memory in my life that never will die.
From sunset to sunrise, your beauty matched the skies.
You are a picture of grace and life that has no demise.
The memories are too numerous to count,
And the lessons to a price will never amount.
The hearts that you saved,
The love that you gave,
Yet you flew with the wind, wild and uncaged.
The earth would tremble beneath your stride,
And not once did you disappoint in the vigor of the ride.
To dreams you gave wings,
And still the prairie with your bugle rings.
I see you in the clouds that fly so high.
And your hoof prints in the stars of the night sky.
As black as night you stood in the light,
With strength and power, you radiated might.
Yet to the child, to me, you lowered your muzzle,
If just to give me a velvety nuzzle,
And warm my hands with the breath of your nostrils,
You stole my heart with your gentle ways,
And in my memories will you be for all my days.

My head and my heart battle and rage.
Logic battles for its rightful place,
But my heart refuses to lose this race.
My head has voices telling me yea or nay.
It questions and analyzes,
It mocks and criticizes.
But my heart’s fight is subtle.
It is gentle, yet powerful.
It holds onto feelings and memories,
And ignites passions and desires
When my mind begins to rule,
My heard reminds me of your eyes so azul.
When my mind creates a boundary,
I’m reminded of your protective arm around me.
When logic makes me forget how I felt,
My heart reminds me how you make my fears melt.
When reason says my feelings are dust,
I am reminded of your quiet trust.
My mind says these feelings aren’t real,
But then I see your eyes full of zeal.
Logic says to be careful where I steer,
But then it’s your whisper that I hear.
This fight is real and it tears me in two.
It changes by the hour, how I feel about you.
You may ever know, and I may be wrong,