Quietly the girl stood, flute in hand, eyes cast down toward the floor.  Her heart was heavy, as it always was in His absence, her life somehow less meaningless when He wasn’t near.  She lifted the instrument to her lips, drew in a deep breath of sea air, and began to play.  It was a song of longing, a song from the heart, a song to bring Him back to her.  The notes drifted on the breeze, across the ocean waves, across the sea to find Him, to gently caress His face and whisper in His ear, “I love You.”

If I could only be with You while I slept,
Then let me sleep eternal.
Let the earth retake me,
If I could be by Your side forever.

If I could only be with You while I wake,
Then let my eyes never flutter.
Let rest never find me,
If I could feel Your breath upon my face.

If I could only be with You while I stood,
Then let me stand forever.
Let the world pass me by,
If I could only see Your gentle smile.

If I could only be with You while I age,
Then let the years fly by.
Let youth forget me,
If I could only grasp Your hand.

If I could only be with You while I weep,
Then let the tears fall like rain.
Let my crying never cease,
If I could only hear You speak.

If I could only be with You while I die,
Then let me die slowly everyday.
Let my life escape me,
If I could only be with You for one day.

If I could only be with You,
Then let the world stand still.
Let there only be the two of us,
If I could only be with You.

What greater joy is there than to be owned by the Man you love?
To be completely His without question;
To know only His touch;
To live and breathe knowing even your mere presence brings Him joy.
He knows you without asking;
He holds you without chains;
The slightest glance fans your inner flame.
Without one there is no two;
Without two there is no one;
And together there is only love.

It’s there she belongs,
Wrapped in warmth.
It’s there she needs,
Hidden in shadow.
It’s there she yearns,
Captured in steel.

In His arms,
At His feet,
In His collar;
Here is her heart.

He rides a steed of kindness
And carries a lance of caring
He’s protected by a shield of truth
And his armor gleams with sweetness

His deeds are guided by love
His words are from his heart
He rescues her with a gentle hug
And guards her with a soft kiss

His arms are her comfort
His lips her salvation
His gentle touch brings her life
And his strength gives her hope

He’ll save her from her past
And she’ll show him his future
Together they will ride forward
And leave their sadness behind

From an old untitled song/poem I wrote
It hit me like a freight
All this added weight
Now go and live your life
I’ll stay here with this knife

The room starts going black
There’s no turning back
Stuck here with this pain
From this I can’t refrain

This will take some time
The clock begins to chime
Blood starts running down
No longer wear a frown

I feel no remorse
Just want to end this curse
Life crashing down
My body hits the ground

My eyes no longer see
What’s in front of me
Put that knife away
Now it’s time to play

She arrived late one evening, oh so flustered and small
All eyes turned to her, “It’s a girl,” was the call
In the background sat a woman, smiling to allWhen not too old her father died
“Oh the poor little girl,” they all cried
Silent and still the gentle woman sat by her side

The crowd cheered as they marched down the street
The girl led them all as she stomped her feet
Standing among them all was a small woman oh so sweet

Older still the girl stood at the head of her class
Graduating with honors giving a speech was the lass
While proud out in the seats was a woman among the mass

The sun shone brightly as the soldiers were presented
A battalion of men and women stood, their task just completed represented
With tear filled eyes a woman stood, looking out at the choice she’s never resented

And now today here we stand
As that little girl defends this land
But all the praise goes to this great woman; if you please, let’s give her a hand
I wrote this for my mother on the occasion of my promotion to Sergeant in the United States Army

Eyes flash crimson
Hair blows in the wind like an ensign
A dark, stormy night
Fog rolling in to enhance the fright
Clip-clop of heels on the street
A figure moves that’s white as a sheet
There is silence around
A muffled scream as a purse falls to the ground
Ripping flesh
The taste of death is still fresh
A body limp on the pavement
Another night renewed to this enslavement
Back to the shadows
As light brings his return to the gallows

You have been there to guide us,
And even at times hide us.
Always ready to take a stand,
Never too proud to lend a hand.
Never too big to be a friend,
We know you’ll be with us to the end.
Always the one to get the ball rolling,
Our steadfast shield when it starts pouring.
Ready to tell us right from wrong,
Here to push us when the road seems too long.
Proud to serve, proud to fight,
Gives nothing less than all her might.
Our mentor, our confidant, our sister-in-arms;
That’s our First Sergeant, the one with all the charms!