and swings into the saddle
for a journey that’s long
and driven by passion
he left her in the valley
and the months had been hard
it was time to head home
and to her waiting arms
her voice was the wind
whispering in his ear
pushing him harder
bringing him near
he rides through the day
till he’s weary and beat
under unrelenting sun
and the desert’s dry heat
he spurs his horse onward
stars now light the sky
and when he beds down
he dreams of green eyes
he wakes very early
one more long day’s ride
till he’s back in the valley
till she’s by his side
once again he mounts
and gallops to the west
heading for the mountains
and an end to his quest
he’ll be there by nightfall
renewing all that he’d left
the months of pure torture
months feeling bereft
and the wind that blows on him
is gentle and sweet
she’s calling him home
this time never to leave
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
2 comments:
..this is breathtaking, I could see him riding his horse, very well written, it just takes the reader along... very, very nice
I see Barbara Stanwyck
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