You see my friend there is season to it all even when the simple silent sparrow doth fall swiftly to ground
So is the writing on the wall.

It was foretold
Cast into the wind no heartless sin
So fret not thyself of evil doers,neither be thou envious.

Bear witness. My soul has fled. Silver pieces they simge my palm as lead young.still hot from crucible.
STILL
my.spirit cries out
The ravings of the moonstruck loon.
Shackles as adornmet they follow me  as suckling child.
And the twisted path leads me on.to.stumble me
Humbled

He was her part time lover, even though he was her only one
A man you could love
But she’d never let him know…she had a full time heart            
Although her strings had some wear and tear throughout her years
She wasn’t going to let him put her heart in his pocket

No, she wasn’t about to give her heart away
She’d play it cool, never let him see her fears
Pretend she was tough, never cry or show any tears

He was a man, raised right by his mother
He’d lay a rose upon her pillow
He was a man like no other
There ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover

His name was Jesse from Montana
He had skin the color of lightly roasted coffee from being out in the sun so much
His smile, a bit crooked, made him look a bit mischievous in a teasing sort of manner
It could knock your socks off if you gazed too long

She met him at a little café’ in Big Sky, Montana
leaning against the counter like a long, tall drink of cool water
Boots, hat and all the makins'of a real cowboy  

She had slayed the paper dragons of her past, put them all behind her
She was bold and brave; asked for his number...
which he willingly gave, with a smile, a little bit crooked,
a bit mischievous in a teasing sort of manner

They’d cuddle in their blanket under the stars and the moonlite
listening to Hank Williams songs drinking coffee around their campfire
telling stories from their pasts; laughing, snuggling
Before she’d go to sleep at night, he’d kiss her cheek and hold her close in his arms
                    
One night as she lay in his arms, he stroked her cheek with his tender touch,
kissed her lips and held her tight
He said, “What would you do if I asked
"Ask what”, she said?
"Little lady, do you know I love you, would you kindly be my wife”?

When he said that to her that wonderful nite under the stars
she realized...
She wanted him, to put her heart in his pocket
That was the night she gave her heart away

  She wasn’t playin’ it cool , she let him see her fears
  She wasn’t really all that tough...
  Then, she cried and showed him her tears

He was a real man, raised right by his mother
He laid a rose upon her pillow
He really was a man like no other
Nope, there sure ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover
                                                    *~The Sweet End~

She walks amongst them…standing in grocery lines
feeling soundless pain - watching others, mothers, fathers, children
Admiring- but herself, feeling alone... empty

She sits in her chair at night visualizing, pondering
pretending she hears him whisper, as his breath drifts peacefully over her somber heart
She reaches out to embrace him, but he slips like mercury thru' her open fingers
like a soft velvet breeze flowing thru’ Celestial orbs
each essence evaporating like a heart beat in the cool, crisp evening air

“Take my hand” she whispers…“Let’s walk together under the soft moonlite’
with the soft, velvet grass tickling our naked feet like soft feathers
Will you please take my hand just one more time…and follow me tonight’?”

His memory- like fluid water -crystal clear, yet so elusive ~
but oh so conclusive…
slipping thru’ her fingers with passing time- with long ago memories hidden…
Yes, hidden in her fragile heart
down its corridors of delicate whispers
that slip thru’ her fingers like blu’, silky wispy fingers of lite’

As she sits alone in the night
with wrinkles on her face - scars in her heart
she pictures their silhouettes dancing close together
Looking back at elusive time ~ falling into step with the rhythms of the past
that float across her empty room at nite’

She closes her eyes, wishing he was there; to be together just one more time…
like two silhouettes dancing on her bedroom wall

We stacked cord wood twenty feet.
Covered it over nice and neat.by moonlite
Moonshine whisky cooking in the ***.

Tick hound sittin on top the hill
Lookout... #2 still
We ain't quittn what we wedo
Moonshine late night.
Brew.

Old jalopy with a juiced up sheen
Sittin low and wide.

Leavin revenoors
Spittin out dust.
Crossin county lines

Parched throats waitin.
Big money makin.
***** revenoors.

In The Nite



Kisses under the moonlite



Creating shadows in the darknite



Singing Luvsongs after the Sunlite



Rhythmed on the sounds of beings of this nite



Clinging unto memories of all nites



Whistling tunes echoed before the Sunlite



Speaking to the unseen images of the sacred lite



Humming truluv’s music for all nites



Sequenced along the sound of this guitarist



Making sweetluv under the Starlite



Holding unto cleavages of my naked site



Kissing goodbye to the full lite



Wishing you the best of the daylite



Till we see again



In the nite

Down in meadows where sweet grass grows by the inch by moolite -a girl I  know she would stroll.. quietly ,barefoot and beautiful.

Flowers and rose petals filled the air as she strolled to valley.down.deep. this girl I know who couldn't sleep. she.strolled.to the green valley way down deep.

Nite breezes whispered sadness of love adrift like the echoing bubbly,babbling brook as cool grass mingled with achy feet she walked her cares to the valley down deep.

This lady I know is lovely and rare and full of sudden sweet surprise. Like the ones that sparkle from her sleepy eyes. I think she is layered and her sorrows are deep and her pain she does keep quiet and hidden
Way down deep.
So, I somtimes wonder and conjure  what it be to hold her hand ,put her head on my shoulder sing a lullaby low and deep and stroll together on the winding path that would take us by starlite and moonlite and gentle brook to.lay us both down  in clover and Jasmine.
stroke her brow and whisper.her away to sleep in the peacefull valley with windmills up on the hills.
That  place in her joyfull surrender in the green valley way down deep

This woman I know is soft as surrender and tough as iron but the girl inside still dreams the wistfill fairytale ending while doing and going and fixing unending. Regret like a stone on her shoulder, head bowed and sweet.she has kept to the task but now weary for rest and gentle persuasion.
There's a place in the gloaming where dreamwalkers meet a misty suspension. A warm sunny place a snow capped and glistening winterland an azure briney ocean and sand.
Sahara of rippling sand like sweet music rippling forth from a merciful harp that draws her up upwards and aloft  to soar and skim in freedom then she sails the Caribbean trades with the wind in her hair still dreaming wide awake.. she.sits on the bow and seaspray carresses her hopes . Salty misy and cool and she dreams in a dream inside of contemtment unending. Then soars aloft again infitfull sleep then plunges to depths of secrets well kept to.the valley so green and so deep.
To the valley
The valley of sleep.
To green meadows
In the valley.down deep.

Your brown eyes stare back at me
dancing in the moonlite
Carefree and laughing

I pull you too me
your body trembling against mine
Trusting me completely

you showed me a side of you
that you had never shown before
I accepted in a heartbeat

Holding hands
our fingers intertwined
our hearts becoming tangled

When your life made you cry
I would wrap you in my arms
and protect you from the pain

When you needed refuge
I opened my doors wide
and shielded you from the heartache

You left me
you left us
you tore it all away

I know you needed to
I know you needed to save yourself
from your abusive parents

Paige
Babygirl
I miss you

I miss my bestfriend
I miss my girly
I miss us

Searching the crevices of my soul.
Midnight rondevou’s  help me see
the  multifaceted nature of my existence
A moment of realigning my energies
Falling into strange moonlite dreamscapes that make no sense and yet
I find my mind free and open
Embracing my darkness
I hold on tight for this  ride
Never before has it been so important
To just let go
Let go and claw my way forward along
the bramble led path before me.
This is my path
My existence
My life
And I will live it the way my destiny calls me to
And then and only then will I understand the weaving of my soul.