M o o n U p r i s i n g
Golden moon above, uprising
Illuminating and disguising
The warm stream still hot from sun
A stallion bounds from the shots of a gun
His riders hair rushing in the wind
Leading along a narrow desert bend
Still on the path their silhouettes span
Ink black mane and a bare back man
Dropping off the beast that he ties to the trees
The rider swiftly embarks and barefoot he flees
He creeps about glancing thru the cabins pane
At a pale skin woman with hair like a ruby flame
Fragile & pink; his foreign eyes fall in trance
On her translucent bosom he steals a glance
As she turns to see his face, she shudders her flowery lips
But quick to her dresser drawer; a pistol she equips
He stares blankly at the seized black barrel
and her porcelain fingers that shake in peril But he grins meekly and backs away
His shadow blending into the gray
Red moon above, uprising
War weapons galvanizing
Muskets booming in the dark
And savage flaming arrows spark
In the distance she hears them brawl
Her body turned in distrust to the wall
She closes her lilting lids until slowly she slumbered
Then brashly she's awoken gasping and encumbered
Tied to her bed post she stares up as he faces
Fear and conviction on her brows he traces
They intently look at each other for insight
No dialogue do they share this empty night
He takes the pistol from her drawer, motioning her to see
A gaping hole in his chest, blood gushing like a plea
Throwing the pistol out the pane, he looks into her eyes
He unties her hand to touch his wound and gently he cries
Empathy is in her stare as she strokes his long black tresses
She tended over him that night, while in her bed he convalesces
Fever at his forehead, she dabbed a cool cloth at his chest
And she prayed for gods mercy on his soul as he rest
Loyal to this brown skin man, she earnestly remained
Just as with her white groom, his memory engrained
With prayers and hopes his health steadily regained
Blue moon in the sky sparkling & rising
Below are a pair of shadows harmonizing
The beat of his drum resounding
The feeling of her heart pounding
She's swirling round the embers
Of a fire of chopped up timbers
A chant of love is at his lips
A dance of love is at her hips
A marriage round a fire aglow
Moonlight wolves howling hello
This unsanctioned union; made in a secret place
Celebrating this wild warrior and his beautiful new Grace
Writhing on the desert floor in a spiritual embrace
Purple moon and silver stars all arose
While a mother and her suckling doze
Little cabin waiting in the summer night
For the warrior returning from his fight
Dark skinned father thru the window came
Put his arms around his babe and dame
And hushed his cooing son by name
Stallion stomping under the solemn tree
Waiting for morning light to be set free . . .