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High Desert Rider
Walking along this lonely road Across the high desert prairie, No other soul in this forsaken world, So alone, just only me. Except for the shimmering stars There wasn’t any light, I felt so alone On this dark, dreary night. A lonely wolf cries to the moon Such a yearning, haunting sound. Begging it not to leave him alone His cries echo all around. I saw him in the sky Riding the celestial winds. Up so very high Where the star filled heavens begin. His long dark hair Flowed all around, As he rode a big stallion Without making a sound. A warm gentle wind Left from the heat of the day, Begins to softly sing As it blows my way. I could hear the horse’s hooves Pounding as it ran, As it came towards me Carrying this spirit man. His dark black eyes Deep and very bold, Shined with an inner heat What secrets did they hold? He closed my eyes With a kiss upon my cheek, A kiss filled with a passion Not intended for the weak. He wove a blanket of stars To warm me through the night, So deeply did I sleep Until the dawn’s first light. I knew that with the sun’s first rays His presence wouldn’t last, And I gently touched a hoof print Left in the dewy grass. There was a tiny mark Where his lips had kissed my cheek, With a secret smile I touched it Recalling his fiery heat. I wished I had said goodbye But he knew I could never let him go, With a knowing heart He felt the stirrings in my soul. High Desert Rider, Rider of the night, Dances across the star filled sky On a stallion of pure white, Keeping a perfect rhythm To a song of old, Written before man’s time But felt in every man’s soul.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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