Making love to you Feels so right As they hold each other In the middle of the night Reality slips away

They met in the valley far away fr… While stepping to the beat of the… Next day they caught the old horse… Water in Calico Rock and soon aft… He bolted down trail with heavy ho…

Wandering aimlessly thru this maze… Intimately afraid of the darkness,… Reminiscent of the things, yet to… Standing in the sun, as the warmth… Crying with the thunder, as flashe…

You and her together they’ll be Stealing cocoa and kisses beside t… Her heart would warm to feel you n… To touch your face, your lips, you… These images run rampant through h…

Wind, oh, West Texas wind Blow away her dreams. Let drifts of sand Not uncovered hope. Make her heart as barren

The wind on the sea, The bird in the air, The days are long gone From that land fair. Eagles fly high up above,

A single red rose for you her son Because you’re one today And her heart you still hold, with… As if you were never taken away. She guesses she’s really selfish

She longs for ways and times lost… To regain what was, is not possibl… How to create anew from ancient th… A stone, old, worn, filled with tr… Ancient truths, covered by the san…

The earth is a woolen fabric. Tawny and umber The trees are lace. Gray and blac… The crystalline sky is clear, And silver as glass.

Resting in a shaded branch On the land called Valley Wind Ranch. It is the prettiest place You will ever see!

Down by the river, Where the green chilies dry, Where the peppers are sorted & siz… Down by the river, Where the herons’ dark shadows,

Transcending Categories of race Evidence, time unexplained; In the purified essence of The space of truth

The shadow of life still remains With all its agonies and pains, But fear itself is found within The purest soul of the youngest ki… When life’s dark mystery fades awa…

To her grandmother, whose values Taught her well. That no matter how she hurts, to r… She never wants to sell. Though she felt at times, she was

One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...