A Poem for Ryder ~A Poem by Foxemerald
A Poem for Ryder ~
(*Dedicated to my friend Robert Punchur)
On the back of your horse,
Like a sepulcher,
Into the midst-
A shadowy depiction,
Outlined in the mist.
You rode up to the side-
And you saw me waiting.
Despairing there and wandering . . .
As you rode into outskirts,
I watched your horse move-
Away into the darkness,
Which boxed in the gray,
That superseded the forest,
And swallowed your vision.
No longer stable,
And my limbs scattered . . .
You must have heard the leaves crunch,
For a moment later, you redoubled.
The next moment I looked-
To the place near my left temple . . .
Where your hand was reaching,
And I finally responded.
I reached my hand out-
But you told me to wait here . . .
I bowed my head,
And sat, in quiet contemplation-
And . . .
Through the hole in my arms, I could see that-
There were only a few leaves there offering me comfort.
Abandoned and alone,
The trees seemed to shake,
And the wind whistled through the dark matrix.
I looked through the blackness,
And kept my eyes riveted . . .
On the place where you had exited.
Eventually, after seemingly ages . . .
A dot opened up a hole in the velvet,
And I knew you had come back.
I didn’t register the change-
As I was gently lifted,
And placed onto the horse, behind you.
Before I regained consciousness,
Hours after time exhausted-
The rays of light that wavered ‘round, then,
And I was in a village full of sound, and hope . . .
Where hands suddenly arrested me.
I never forgot, though-
Nestled in my cradle of care, and hope,
That I had been rescued by a,
Mysterious rider on horse, in shadow’s wings,
With unnoted travels, and a-
Wish to leave his path unmarked, but known,
To only those who were in need-Of his wayward services.
© 2017 Foxemerald
Added on February 11, 2017
Last Updated on February 11, 2017
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