Fabric

If you find the fabric of me, lost and torn apart,
There are certain stitches I need to come back to life, with a full heart.

Use a thread of family, for without this I cannot exist,
Family is the air in my lungs and the deepest love I've ever known,
If you cannot use the thread of family- leave me here, I'd rather remain unsewn. 

I'd also like a colorful thread of friendship if you don't mind,
There's something to be said for finding the people of your kind,
Friendship gives my legs the encouragement to step,
How fearless I am with the push of friendship's breath.

If I could get the thickest thread of love, but don't knot the end,
I'll grab hold of it and weave it through the journey,
I promise I won't waste it
and make sure others know they're loved by me.

Please use a thread of music,
Intertwined with a song of gold,
For music makes my heart bounce
and reminds me of stories I've never told.

A thread of creativity would be deeply appreciated,
For isn't to create the reason we're all created?
Stitch together the creation of me
and I'll continue on the magic of creation by uniquely staying me. 

Last, but not least, please find as many threads of experience that you can,
I want to feel it all, once I'm sewn together and upright on this land.

Pack in the heartache, tears, and compassion,
Pack in the laughter, triumphs, and all the mis-happens. 
I want the fabrics of me to go on a beautiful adventure,
No stone unturned and love always the cure. 

And when my fabric starts to fade and my stitches unfold,
Wrap me around my children,
I'm forever theirs to hold. 

Confident Love

I've always walked with a pep in my step,
But you unlock my confidence- the inner secret I've always kept.

I wrap my body with my own loving eyes,
But with you, in crowded rooms, there's no competition, no compromise.

I've got your undivided attention, love, and adoration,
There's no room for worry, questions, or outside temptation.

There's not a woman in the world I could be made jealous of,
Because your eyes are on me being me,
no facade,
nothing to prove,
nothing to fight for,
just love. 

When my creative soul wanders and I need to break free,
You become the wind,
the push,
the open gate.

You lead me out the door with your eyes of blue,
And I feel so free, knowing I'll always make my return to you.

A strong woman is strong, this is true,
But a strong woman can be made stronger, by a man loving her in her truth. 

 

Mountains

I feel my warm breath dew around my cheeks,
I hear the sound of nothing, as if the trees have a secret to keep.

The crunch of snow under my feet is an abrupt reminder of my solitude,
As I look up, it appears night and day are in a combustive feud,
Exploding with crimson and gold,
Only mountains have this beauty they hold.

Only the mountains bring the deep breath that touches your bones,
Only the mountains provide such simple, extraordinary tones.

The crisp freedom of the mountains wraps you up tight,
It's a challenge to tear yourself away from all of it's might.

The mountains are where you can lose and find yourself,
The mountains are where lies soulful wealth.

The mountains,
Ever present, ever calm,
Ever bold, ever strong. 

Body + Soul

When my body and soul part ways,
I want them to laugh about all the glorious days,
Spent together,
At times, it felt it'd last forever.

I want my soul to thank my body for carrying us through,
And my body to thank my soul for all the love it knew.

I want them to reminisce of the times that stopped them in their tracks,
And realize throughout this life's journey, there was not one moment of lack.

I want them to look at each other with the utmost respect,
And a sly grin to cross their beings, knowing all the secrets they have kept.

I want them to wrap each other in grace,
Knowing this was a partnership that can never be replaced.

The story of this body, with this soul will never again be told,
It was a life lived from young to never-old.

Yes, this body and this soul had quite an adventure on this life sea,
I want them to firmly hug each other, before setting themselves free.

I want them to tip their hats and take a bow,
And their eyes to fill with grateful tears of, "Wow."

For together, they lived a life with love and babies and good,
And they lived it in a way that only they could.

So, thank you body, thank you soul,
For you two together, make me whole. 

September 19th

September 19th,
Was a special day, I came to find out,
During this time, it was you, I was learning all about.

How could I make you feel special when this day rolled around?
To see you, I'd spend every dollar I owned on a Greyhound.

Each September 19th, I'd try to make my love reach you in different ways,
For a few years, September 19th was the day of all days. 

But as more and more September 19th's passed,
I started to realize the strength in my arms reaching for you wouldn't last.

It didn't matter if it was September 19th or a regular day in June,
I felt our flower of love wilting and knew there were too many thorns to prune.

September 19th happened again, but we had gone our separate ways,
That particular September 19th, without you, was a painful day.

Who were you with and where were you?
Was there even an absence of me in your mind's view?

Yes, that day my whole heart ached, but it also grew,
I felt my heart stitching itself back together, without the fabrics of you.

Next September 19th didn't hurt so bad,
On that day, you were just a mere moment of a thought I had.

The years roll on as they say they do,
September 19th is now just a day I outgrew.

Once a day where immense elation was brought,
Now only returns to my mind as an afterthought.

Reminiscing now, it's funny how the meanings of a date can change,
And how our hearts have the abilities to rearrange.

Yes, September 19th is still special for you,
But for me, it's just a date with no meaning renewed.

A day that used to hold my heart in it's hands,
Is now just a square on a calendar, where I write future plans.

Yes, September 19th, used to be the date,
But come to find out, October 2nd held my fate.