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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Higher Ground
by William K. Baker, Jr.
In my depth of darkness and night I crossed the plains,
Knowing not where my journey would take me,
As I rode the foothills to the escarpment I saw her,
With the wind in her black hair, feathers, and arms crossed her chest,
She warded the winters chill in a black leather vest,
Slowly she turned and I saw her dark eyes,
They saw with clarity that cuts like ice through fire,
A determination that is reflected by a life of pursuit,
In search of the farthest horizon that would lead her to journey's end,
A path that is seldom walked and few intend,
In clarity and strength I approached her,
Knowing that she was both predator and prey,
A force forged by nature and the fray,
Yet, so am I striving for new horizons and the farthest reaches,
Like the wild cats inhabiting these rocky features,
Slowly she raised her hand and laid it upon my chest,
With eldritch fire my heart leapt to life,
No word would explain, no thought contain,
In captive reaches of my soul,
Her warm hand did take hold,
With gentle caress did she touch my face,
And her lips slowly touched mine,
Perfection and synchronicity in this place,
For beyond hope and reason I had found her,
My soul mate, the ultimate embrace,
As her eyes did close and waken to find mine,
We lost all sense of place and time,
Karma and spirit is strong in this space,
Through winters bitter embrace,
Into the fire we both must go,
Kindred spirits, together yet alone,
With strength and heart we forge ahead,
Walking hand in hand in our stead,
Tried and true, forged in blood,
We stand in dawns early light to stem the flood.
For we are grey with blades drawn,
We stand between dark and light,
Staving the early morning shadows,
With no course save our own,
We stand together as we face the dawn...
Copyright 2011
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