Pale Horse
by Robert Wynne
To the tune of: White Room by Cream
Based on the short story
Once Upon a Time by Jeffrey Williams
On a pale horse
In the desert
is the rider
Asking questions
But not listening
To the answers
Met Coyote
By an outcrop
In the desert
Walks beside him
Off'ring answers
Obtuse riddles
I'll give you my food and my water I'll share
As we ride through this place where the answers hide from my eyes
Can a bridge made
Of mere words span
The vast aeons
Gleaming steel beams
Yet so fragile
Crumbling dust cloud
You thought nothing
Could secure her
For your own love
She flies home now
She's her own guide,
Her own compass
Coyote's enraged at my fear of the void
Tears at my soul and won't let me hide from myself
On the hard floor
Of the desert
Lies the rider
Badly beaten
Bloody wounded
Empty inside
The Coyote
Says he'll be back
To the desert
And the rider
Feels the great wheel
Once more turning
I'll lie here alone till my emptiness heals
Then leave from this place as the cycle starts once again
©
1998 Robert Wynne
Robert Wynne ("Doc") is a gentleman rogue and a
scholar of truth.
He has been, at alternate times, a writer, an editor, a salesman, a
teacher, a freelance computer consultant and a charming vagrant. You
can reach him via e-mail at doc@america.net.
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