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mystery and truth

Contributed by darkeyedman on Monday, 11th November 2002 @ 06:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I ride the trail up the canyon wall,
Winding past where shadows fall
And narrows walking reigns in hand
Until I reach the top.
I’ve beat this path ten thousand days,
Watched and laughed as young colts play,
And watched fences tear the soul
Out of the open fields.
I’ve seen wildfires orange against the sky,
Looked the devil right in the eye,
And spit tabacco on his wingtip shoes.
Stars for loves and a horse for a friend,
I rode across fields that never end
And never thought I’d see the day
When I was getting old.
But here I stand in the middle of life
Without a future, child, or wife,
Nothing but memories melting
Like icecycles, tear by tear.
I watch the herd and remember my youth
When I rode for honor and searched for truth.
Truth is ugly, stark, ungiving.
I long for mysteries now.
Mysteries in your lovers eyes,
Mysteries wide as Montana skies,
Unspoken questions,
Silent, dark, unanswered.
One huge mystery filled with fear,
Creeping closer year by year,
Questions unanswered until our final breath.
I ask no questions, I have no answers,
And the truth scares me to death.
A young colt paws the snowy ground,
Searching for a morsel of truth.
An old cowboy swings his lariot high,
And Rides to recapture his youth.

Copyright Â© darkeyedman ... [ 2002-11-11 18:30:00]
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Re: mystery and truth (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Monday, 11th November 2002 @ 07:00:55 PM AEST
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This is so beautiful,
it gives a beautiful vision
I enjoyed reading this one
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.

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