Glen Hope, PA USA
(I appologize for the lenght of this one, but I don't believe you'll be disappointed. I consider this to be amoung one of my best works. Thanks Balladeer for all your help in its revision )
In Haunting Notes
It was a brisk November night
When I rode into that town
Feeling saddle sore and weary
Looking only to bed down.
My clothes were dark with trail dirt
My chaps were wearing thin.
The wind was blowing from the east
And cutting to my skin.
Every hoof fall kicked up dust
Upon that darkened street.
I hitched up next to the saloon
To get a bite to eat.
My boot heels struck upon the wood.
Sounds echoed in the night.
The streets were bare and silent,
Not a single soul in sight.
Soft orange light reflected out,
Cast shadows on the ground
And from the depths of that saloon
I heard a haunting sound.
A voice so soft and full of grace
Was carried out to me;
The tantalizing notes she sang,
I simply had to see.
I entered through the swinging doors
And saw her standing there
In dress of red and deep blue eyes
Framed with auburn hair.
She looked at me and flashed a smile
That lit her entire face.
I wondered what a girl like that
Was doing in this place.
I bellied right up to the bar,
Then ordered up a drink.
Captured in the spell she cast,
I found it hard to think.
Her eyes caught mine across the room;
I couldn’t look away
And when she finished her last song,
She turned and came my way.
“Hey cowboy, it looks like to me
You’re lonely and bone tired
And you should know, a girl like me
Prefers to be admired.
I got myself a room upstairs
Here in this one horse town.
I’ve got a bed just right for two.
You’re welcome to bed down.”
She smiled once more, I couldn’t speak;
She reached to take my arm;
Then led me to her room upstairs,
I, spellbound by her charm.
“Welcome to my home,” she said.
She opened up the door.
The room was dark, a single lamp
Cast shadows on the floor.
She led me to the bed and stood
Before me in the night
Slipped her clothes off, piece by piece,
Outlined in dimming light.
Each sensual curve was accented.
She stood before me there.
I reached to pull her towards me,
Hands running through her hair.
A chain of gold graced her fair neck
From which a locket dangled.
She climbed in bed, right next to me,
Our bodies soon entangled.
We loved and talked all through the night.
I drifted off near dawn
And in the early morning hours
I woke to find her gone.
Hazy light was filtered in
Through a window marred with dust;
Next to me, lay on the bed
The locket dull with rust.
I picked it up and opened it
Where, much to my surprise,
I found a picture old and worn
That made me doubt my eyes.
The picture was in black and white.
It bore the test of time.
The face, though, that it held within
Was no one else but mine.
I had to find her, had to know
What this was all about.
I threw my clothes on in a rush
And from the room ran out.
I took the steps two at a time.
I had to find that girl.
But what I saw as I looked down
Caused my head to swirl.
The saloon lay still and empty.
Silence filled the air.
Old broken bottles packed the bar
Not a soul was there.
Tables and chairs were brown with rot.
Dust coated all with white.
But what I saw when I looked down
Was the most unnerving sight.
The floor lay thick encased in sand
That had blown in through the door
Disturbed by just my set of prints
Where ‘we’d’ walked the night before.
I ran outside to only find
The town stood in decay.
I jumped onto my waiting horse
And quickly rode away.
Years have passed, since that cold night
In that forgotten town.
Now on my stand, the locket rests.
Some nights I take it down.
I open it to see my face,
A picture from the past.
I’ve questions I can’t answer and
There’s no one that I can ask.
Sometimes at night, she calls to me
From somewhere in my dreams
And I’m forced to remind myself
All’s never what it seems.
So cowboy if you find yourself
On the trail some cold , dark night
And run into a quiet town
Where something seems not right.
Beware the girl with auburn hair
And mesmerizing voice;
Just saddle up and ride away
While you still have a choice.
She haunts the town, still in search of
A love lost long ago
And once you’re captured in her spell
She will not let you go.
Best mark my words, I see her face
Bathed in that dim light
Where in my dreams, she haunts me still
Every single night.
Have you ever noticed
That the words...
"I love you"
Are so easy to pronounce
...Yet so hard to say