As I sit here on this bench seat I ponder yet again the way this world works.
I guess I'm still a dreamer, a silly heart, still that 8 year old boy who believes in magic and fairy tales.
These prairies in which I dwell at times like they are right now seem rather foreign.
Then there are days I know every inch of these badlands from every stone to the wind in the pines.
Let me unfold a little tale that happened in me prairie.
By pure happenstance a fair maiden
stumbled into my saloon.
To describe her in words I can't but to break it down she was painted by gods brush with such beauty that I've seldom seen.
In that moment I was hit with cupids arrow.
Now I've never been one to feel its effects before usually the dark that roams thru me veins takes care of such feelings a sort of built in defence mechanism.
I wonder why life gives you a moment and then with the very same hand it takes it back.
We rise and fall and that's just the way it is sometimes I guess
I guess it's true what they say, that sometimes good things that should of, could of, would of happened simply just don't .
They say the purest form of pleasure is anticipation.
She blew thru my life like a warm summers breeze, I'm usually stronger than this keeping love at arms length with my core hidden around a maze, wrapped in riddles which is the enigma of this cowboy.!!!!!!
This Italian/Australian goddess consumed me like smoke in a house fire.!!!
Let me clear the air now it wasn't a late night rendezvous by any means
It wasn't so much something in her touch, or in her words, or even in her eyes but mostly in her character.
Now with that being said the small pieces of time we did have spread out through two days had enchantment and swirling in her eyes she sprinkled licentiousness words through our encounters.
She had this stare that illuminated my very soul and all me dark places lit up like fairy lights on a pergola.
It was almost if she had been sent here to this place from a higher power with an agenda to almost study me like a test subject as if I was some lost prehistoric reptile long thought to had been extinct and she was the mad scientist probing me.
Her hair darker than the coffee I drink she was a sweet poison injected straight into my heart, with piercing eyes that were tearing down me walls like no one else has before.
It was a day of sublime wonderful which I'd never trade for a lifetime of nothing special.
It was almost eerie in a lot of ways of the fact it felt she was placed here like a guardian angel just to see how I was.
Her presence filled the room and I'll never forget her which sounds absurd even as I write this down.!!!
There was just something about her, now some might think it's lust but she's not the only one I've had a few encounters over my time with weird circumstances leaving me scratching my head it's just she's been the latest one, I've had people pop in my life almost to give me a paragraph of wisdom or a message and then they are gone.
Have you ever had that experience?
Where someone is almost here to deliver you a message.?
I recall a few years back too, I was taking the ferry across the Cook Strait from the North island to the South Island a mere 3-4 hour journey.
I was standing in a closed viewing deck staring outside wondering about life and where I was heading too and had I done the right thing by taking this job that led me so far away from home.
An old man approached me and we started talking and I found myself telling him about what was happening in my life etc.....
I cant recall word for word but I remember after our conversation it was if he had some how healed my fears, I remember he just knew all the right things to say as if he himself had waited for me to arrive like he had a purpose to be on the boat waiting for a young stranger he didn't know anything about but knew he had to meet me, telling me stories of his life and the decisions he had to make????
It's a funny old world ain't it, you just never know who you'll meet along these dusty trails in our prairies!!!
ive had plenty more strangers as well from airports to night clubs they pop up every now and then almost as if they are your posse from an ultinate universe or from a different time continuum, where they can't say they know us from another time they just have to almost make a connection and to tell you or point you in the right direction, but not giving too much away to blow their cover! Mmmmmmm maybe I should put me whiskey down and get some shut eye I suppose
Perhaps it's the whiskey speaking out of term
Or life's lessons I'm finding hard to learn
I bid you good night as I spread my bed roll about
Swig my last swallow and put me fire out
Here's to us all on these dusty trails of our universe
Just a mere ramble it's your choice if you want to converse