January 2011
She left with her clothes and her wounded pride
The promises and whispers had turned to lies
So she put her heart in her traveling case
And fixed her eyes on the crimson sunrise
The red umbrella was all that was left
Of the love that had flowered in the Spring
She went to live among the trees
On the banks of a river wide
The wind was her music
The forest was her guide
She no longer remembered
Why she had cried
Our love is like a flowered lane
Scented of natures perfume
Our love is like a forest glade
Sparkling in the morning dew
Our love is like a shaded cottage
Built for me and you
She went to the ocean to write
The fast moving tide of her life
She went to the ocean to hear
The crashing waves of her heart
She went to the ocean to see
The light reflections of her soul
One feather fell
Into the rocks at the edge of the sea
Two hearts soared
On the beach at the setting of the sun
Like a swift flowing river of magic
The dreams and words intertwine
Like a roaring literary waterfall
Prose and Poetry transcend time
The ancient stone bridge
Like a portal to heaven
Delivered me to the garden
Lush and tropical
Like the embrace of your love
She built a tree house in the garden
To escape the dreams that haunt
She built a refuge in the forest
To guard against the love that hurt
She built a castle on a hill
To heal her heart that broke
