Lonesome Rider

Lonesome shotgun riding under
Angel’s taste of hidden wonder
Trading tables touch the glass
and break the sound
of distant past

--Spoken words of gentle nature
Thunder down on every creature
Eyes of fire reign upon the earth
Ancient wisdom takes its form
the memory of a raging storm
a child of a hidden mystery from her birth--

Mournful sounds of distant lovers
keep their feelings under cover
Longing for her golden ring
upon her death
the angel sings

The bed of silence wakes the morn
shrouded by her distant form
Love is spoken through her eyes
flowers blooming as she cries