Looking For The Man Who Ran
The stars were so bright
And the moon so full
I swear I could see the cactus
Moving surreptitiously
Across the red desert floor.
One last bite of hard bread
One sip of lukewarm water
A bit of prayer
And I snuggled down against the cold.
The neighing of the horse
Woke me from a dreamless sleep
And I lay there underneath the sky
And thought about your face.
Traveling’s never brought me
Closer to you
Searching has never taken me
To the place to which you ran.
But I keep riding
I keep looking and I keep hoping
Up every steep green mountain
Down every low lonely valley.
They say you killed a man for me
But I don’t know
I’ve never looked at other men
Though maybe some have looked at me.
There’s never been room inside my soul
For anyone else but you
And your quiet ways
And your laughing eyes and quick hands.
The horse looks at me with pity
Turns his back and flicks his tail
He knows I’m thinking about you again
And he’s sorry he woke me.
A soft cool wind sweeps by, caresses my skin
And I burrow deeper into the blanket
And fall back to sleep
Dreaming that I hear footsteps
Walking toward me in the starlight.
©by Voo
June 9, 2007
1:30 a.m.
