Showtime
The lights come up, the music starts.
Haunting and eerie, it fills the space
as we crawl out like bugs onto the stage.
The energy is palpable and the tension taut,
It is beginning.
What will happen next?
Third Time’s the Charm
I have hope for this one,
third time’s the charm.
I’ve fallen in love before—
because they “loved” me,
because I wanted a relationship…
But not this time.
This time,
I didn’t want to fall in love.
I wanted someone to talk to,
I wanted a friend.
But as we talked, I realized,
that I was him and he was me.
And my heart,
left me for his hands.
I’d only been free a month!
My heart, finally healed.
I did not want
to give it away again,
to trust someone so deeply.
Even now, I am afraid.
Afraid of the pain of loss.
But I have hope for this one.
I pray third time’s the charm.
The Peace of the Night
Curled up together on the dock at night,
our gazes fixed on one lone star amidst
the roiling clouds, the only bit of light
The water rippling as we stole a kiss,
and told each other tales of long dead ghosts
and monsters living in the deep dark sea.
Eyes locked, smiles wide, we talk and promise oaths
of love and trust, enjoying being free
from parents, homework, life and all the world.
Just two souls in the peaceful night alone
who let the time slip by in droves while curled
together, close as one, and had they known
a way to stop the tick of time and stay
forever twined in night, they’d have their way.Horses are Love
There is nothing quite like a barn.
The scent that pervades, of horses,
of hay, and of well worn leather.
The things we all have come to love,
and to which we’ve sold our souls,
to have and hold forevermore.
And I swear forevermore,
to always have a barn--
a place of rest for all the souls,
who dedicate themselves to the horses,
they have grown to love--
that always smells of leather.
We must care for our leather,
and protect it forevermore.
So that in doing what we love,
and hanging at the barn,
with our loves, our horses,
we do not lose our lives for saving our souls.
Horses are good for souls.
For when you can use small bits of leather,
to convince the proud, strong horses
to listen, you will have confidence, forevermore.
So send your children to the barn,
a place of hope and life and love.
For how better to teach a child of love?
You do not teach them by using leather,
and marking their souls,
but by giving them the regimented freedom of a barn,
where they will stay forevermore,
in love with the chaotic peace that is horses.
Those who do not know horses,
do not understand the love
and commitment we have for them forevermore.
They do not feel at peace with the smell of well-worn leather.
It does not calm their souls.
They do not feel at home at the barn.
But to us, to be a barn with all of our dear horses
with the smell of leather, is the epitome of love.
And it makes a peace in our souls we will cling to forevermore.
