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Hello My Friends,
This is a poem of Love about me, past , present and future. It is
very autobiographical of me and was given to me, mystically...One night
I just sat down and wrote it and I am not a poet. Nor do I wish to be.
The Last Trail ©
When we dance and snuggle close,with your finger nails gently
caressing my neck and hair; our bodies pressed and gently rocking
to a rhythm in a world all their own; enveloped in gentle
whispering touches of angel wings I feel our hearts together
beating, beating their own excited wild song...as one.
Then my world stops with an angel in my arms. Time stands still
like eternity...the moments frozen in time...yet so very hot, and still
to fleeting to a new world just beginning; with an angel in my arms.
With my cowboy’s rope wrapped across your breast and around
your wrist I make you my prisoner, angel...until I find the path that
puts and keeps me in your heart.
You have promised not to run on your word of honor once those
rope bonds are untied; for within your small angelic hands you
hold my strong but trembling lone wolf’s heart...a prisoner too.
I’ve been smitten as was Samson by Delilah.Conquered by a sweet
angel’s blush and smile. But the pain is good and beautiful for I am
bound and bonded just as if there were the physical bonds. I
willingly submit.
Before you , angel, my heart and soul stand stripped bare as only an
angel could know and do. With you I have no secrets hiding
anywhere.
I’m just a lone-wolf mystic cowboy-knight; straight and true. A
very ancient soul who knows his fate. You, Angel, are the only
Angel in all the heavens I’d ever need, desire or want to know.
Beneath my knights cloak and armor...is a very strong but
vulnerable lone wolf’s heart. I can hurt and cry and bleed if I’m not
dealt with in truth and love. Lies and indifference will crucify
me...and I will pass them by and die without a single whimper.
For this angel my world dies.My life as I now know it willingly
ends.Inside my heart was a dull dim spark-a haunted ghostly
glow-just a dying ember of love gone dead from loss and sacrifice.
It seems so long ago.Then this angel’s breath mingled with mine
as we danced embraced, with wide inquiring eyes, and soon that
dim and dying spark became a steady glow; soon turning
into a fiey blaze.
If I’d never see this angel again by destiny/crossed fates: I’d
remember every moment, word and embrace...with every aspect of
her and her beauty burned deep within my heart where sadness
would reign forever and never be forgotten in this lone cowboy’s
heart. I’d be a mystic-cowboy-warrior knight whose armor and
shield and sword would be no more-they’d perish with a destiny
ended. A presence that when it leaves this realm knows that it
never need return. Without this Angel by my side there is no
reason to return.
On Bended knee with head hung bowed, I worship the ground
upon which this Angel walks and at her feet...I, an Angel’s cowboy.
The above poem was given me to understand that the poem was meant for
an Angel yet unknown to me and who would recognize herself as my Angel
upon knowing and understanding the poem.
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