Have No Fear
#1 in series: Drunk on a morning sky

Wisdom tells me I am nothing.
Love tells me I am everything.
Between the two my life flows.

I


Arlu writes
again,
"I wonder sometimes
if I am nothing.
Yet,
even while far away,
I feel the flow of love."

Tuco paused and looked out across the desert.
He reads more, "Do you feel that flow?"
she asks.

He wonders about it.
He wonders if there will be a time
when they both feel at home
in the same place.

She whispers,
He comes undone
says he lost the map his life was on
says everything is unraveling
I take his hand and then I kiss him like the world is ending
and say "where logic ends faith begins"....

Bird York
Had A Dream, song on wicked little high CD

II


Between me and her, my life flows,
Tuco whispers to himself.
There are swirls and eddies,
and yet
faith
too
resides
within my heart.

But he knows
another journey
lays
between
them.

Maybe
just
one.

Faith
begins
anew.
One more ride across desert.

She sings,
Don't you ever feel sad
lean on me when times get bad
when the day comes and you're in doubt
in a river of trouble you're about  to drown
Hold On, I'm Coming
Hold On, I'm Coming
I'm on my way   your lover where
when you get cold I will be your shelter
don't have to worry 'cause I am here
no need to suffer
'cause I'm near....

Bird York
Hold On, I'm Coming, song on wicked little high CD

III


Tuco whispers to himself
there was this song she mouthed,
then, slowly,
sung low and soft.
"Drunk on a morning sky
it's the kind of day you wanna wrap your arms around
watching the white birds fly as they circle up and float in space
preaching their religion without a sound
and I'm bursting with everything and I'm light as a cloud
Love is filling me up
It's taking the edges off my heart
love just won't let me be...."¹

The horse nibbles the mesquite branches
and relaxes as the sun lowers past the hills west
and far away.

Tuco relaxes too
there is little else to do
but prepare the evening fire,
the evening meal
far from home.

Mourning Doves light in the mesquite,
coo themselves into an evening's sleep.
RD Savage
10/28/06
© 2006
¹ Lovely Thing, by Bird York, song on wicked little high CD


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