Ten years ago, my cowboy rode home.
I imagined the sunset and the horse
through the skyscrapers
as the minister gave
a falsely sympathetic eulogy.
The years of bliss had not been tarnished
by the ignorance of others.

Our passion was wild and it sustained us
through every good time and every crisis.
We believed in one another
and on days when I was depressed
over my mother’s death or my failing health,
he’d pick up a bouquet
of the most beautiful red daisies
and we’d spend the evening holding each other,
his masculine force set aside
for the more important task of comforting.

And even in later years --
with his medical nightmares
that sent him from hospital to hospital
with no answers, it was always him
who carried me. The delivered one --
sent to me from the Lord.
My guardian cowboy.

Now it’s my turn to cross over --
to see the other side.
To go to the city beyond death,
where the cowboys stay young,
and the passion is intense,
and where there is only love,
and my sweet will be waiting for me to be called home.

        Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling
        Calling for you and for me
        See on the portals he’s waiting and watching
        Watching for you and for me.

As the world fades --
anticipation takes over.
I am desperate to be
reunited with my love.

11/02/2001

Author's Note: No, this isn't a true story

Posted on 02/20/2009
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