this time of year
As winter brings death,
a chance for re-birth
I spend my birthday
like a child
caressing the horses
of childhood dreams
alive
with the spirit
of age
Satisfied to be a creation
of my mother and father's
passion
and fantasy
connected by spiraling codes
that vibrate the universe
with every breath I
continue to take
(just like the song
only better)

Welcome to my world that someone else created.

E.Joy Johnson
12/18/2008