I’ve come to believe
that wild is my favorite color,
my favorite song,
and,
my favorite look.
I will no longer tap myself down,
or
conform to the constrains of polite society.
For in reality society is not polite.
It seeks
to control and tame wild in all things.
And,
I will not be tamed.

You don’t know me but,
You should never judge a book by Its cover.
You tried to take me down, and I fooled you.
You thought I was weak but I’m stronger than I look.
You thought, she’s just an old woman with no fight left.
Fooled you again, I’m fierce, time tested, and battle scared.
You see an old woman.
But I’m a warrior, who knows how to fight, *****.
You only see, what I let you see.
You know nothing of the uneasy truce I have with my demons.
Fooled you again.
See when the demons descend, they bring pizza and we party.
You don’t see me dancing with them.
You don’t see kiss them good night,
And then send them on their way.
You think I’m weak,
But,
I’m a warrior.
I fight to the bitter end.
You ought to know.
The best stories are old classics.

As the moon pulls the tide to the shore,
My heart pulls me to you.
Try as I might to pull myself back into this world,
I cannot.
My feelings are too strong.
The magnetic pull you have on my heart, sends
Me reeling.
I’m only genuinely happy,
Wrapped in the safety of your loving arms.
With you I’m completely free.
You accept my Gypsy soul,
No questions asked.
Your love is unconditional,
And without limits.
More than I’m entitled to and more then I deserve.
I love you today, tomorrow, forever.

I live a life of wild.
Of wild wind
Of tall trees,
Rushing waters,
And red dragonflies.
I wander through fields
of wild Iris’s hidden by
Tall ferns and sweet daisy’s
I hear the laughter of the creek as it meanders to the sound. The call of the gold finches catch my attention
As they dance by  caught up
In the ritual of courting.
At night the strawberry moon smiles wishing me a goodnight and the stars shine like millions of fireflies.
Bright and out of reach.
From the outside looking in
My life may seem simple lacking excitement,
But I live a life of wild
Of wild wind
Of tall trees
Rushing waters
And red dragonflies.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I want a life that is wild, rare,
beautiful, and passionate.
A life that allows me to be me,
I want to embrace my Gypsy soul.
If that offends you, then I’m not for you.

If your offended when I throw back a
whiskey or three so be it.
I’m not a typical women.
I love to wander,
I enjoy the adventure of being lost.
  
I want to live a life of no regrets,
I want to try new things.
If I don’t like it oh well.
What does it matter,
I’ll try something different later.

I don’t want to be the person,
who never lives.
Because
they’re afraid of dying.
I don’t fear death,
But,
I do fear not living.

Out my window there is nothing but wild.
The river rushes white the trees sway in the wind.
I hear the rain on the roof, as I curl up in the corner pen in hand.
My desire is to write you a love letter, but the words won’t come.
They all seem small and impotent.
They don’t convey what’s in my heart,
what I know is true, I love you.
I fear I’ll fail you, disappoint you, or worse yet lose you.
These are things I never want to happen.
But I also know it’s inevitable.
Just as the sun will rise, I will fail.
But with as much grace as I can mustard,
I will pick myself up dust myself off and try again.
Mama didn’t raise no quitter.

I long for time with you,
time just to be ourselves,
time get to know each other again.
Where different people now.
No longer young but not truly old.

When we were young life so was full of promise,
It held so many possibilities.
It was all,
Do I go left or right North or south?
Or…. should I just stand still and love where I am.

Now
Life goes by at warp speed.
Hours seem like minuets, minuets like seconds,
Weeks like days, months like weeks,
In the shake of my head a year has gone by.
Life is reminding me that time waits for no one.

I’m so done with mediocre.
So, I’m about to get selfish.
I’m going to spring for the good chocolate.
I’m drinking top shelf,
I’ll dance when the music moves me.
I’ll set by the river in the sunshine.
And,
I’ll find my passion.