Past Life Love (c) David Crawford Bixby
In the cold wet breeze he wrote his reply,
Tied the note to the bird and watched it fly;
His heart was pounding like never before,
Like a dire urgent message at the door.
Held by his feelings he wants to break free,
And ride to her heart that lives by the sea;
Down the stone stairs he calls for his horse,
They speed out the gate staying on course.
The wind in his ears moaning her name,
Knowing this night would not be the same;
The road gave way to his burning desire,
The horse felt its rider and did not tire.
As she read his note a tear did appear,
Touching her spirit she felt him so near;
The bird flew away as her heart took flight,A lone muddy traveler had rode into sight.
|Musician, Poet, Composer, Artist. I've been writing poetry and songs since 1971. I will be self-publishing my first book of poems and lyrics in the near future. The art on this website inspires me to write.|