Twotrails/ Artist/ Toryteller

Moon When Heart Bleeds Tears

01-10-03

“So long, my Friend!” Two Trails Waved to the Trickster,

And turned to begin the Journey into his Calling.

He Heaved to Extract his newly acquired and Mournful Burden

From the Muds of El Rio de Tan Pocito.

He noticed it Much,

Much Heavier than he had assumed.

He was Discovering it to be a Very, Very, Mournful Burden

But he Knew Himself to Have Strength

And he did not Worry

Until!

Stricken

with the Realization of his Dire Circumstance

Which Included the Fact,

That he was hopelessly Bound in Sucking Quicksand

and had Sunk Plumb to the Nipples,

And Was in Fervent Prayer

When,

he Heard a voice from the Southern

Shore and Dared to Behold a Mexican Vacero,

Astride a Dancing Palomino and

Twirling the Loop of His Salvation.

 

“Olah, Amigo!

Nesecitas Alluda?” Came a voice.

(Do you need help my Friend?)

 

Two Trails Immediately answered in an Excited and

Affirmitive tone,

“Si Senior !’’

 

And entered the Season of the Remembered Native Tongue,

 

In the Desert of the Welcoming Host,

 

And,

Into the Moon When Heart Bleeds Tears.

Done