The Valley

he bridles his horse and swings into the saddle for a journey that’s long and driven by passion he left her in the valley and the months had been hard it was time to head home and to her waiting arms her voice was the wind whispering in his ear pushing him harder bringing him near he rides through the day till he’s weary and beat under unrelenting sun and the desert’s heat he spurs his horse onward stars now light the sky and when he beds down he dreams of green eyes he wakes very early one more day’s ride till he’s back in the valley till she’s by his side once again he mounts and gallops to the west heading for the mountains and an end to this quest he’ll be there by nightfall renewing all that he’d left the months of pure torture months feeling bereft and the wind that blows on him is gentle and sweet it’s calling him home this time never to leave