Lasso Your Heart

You can't have a horse and your heart, too.

LASSO YOUR HEART
August 22, 2009

Always keep a lasso around
your heart when there's a horse
in your corral. She'll sneak up
from behind when you're least aware
one dusky night when the coyotes
are restless and the smell of sage is
dancing in the air -- when you're hunkered
at a campfire and focused on your
pan of beans -- she'll steal it
right from under you and gallop off
into the sunset and you'll never
see it again. She'll carry it on her
saddle when she goes down trail
She'll wear it in her mane and tail
You'll feel it when you run
your hand slowly down her neck
and when she breathes her warm
and friendly breath into your ear.
She'll show it to you in her eyes
when she gazes softly nto yours --
She'll tell you all about it with
each step as her hooves touch the
ground. She'll never let you
forget she has it . . . and when
she's gone, you'll feel the ache
where it broke and know
it's been changed forever and life, itself
will never be the same.