The Reunion

A full moon on the road helped guide his big steed

To their log cabin door he road on with great speed

Racing the chill in the air, with a purpose in mind

The rider kept coming on hard, emotionally blind

He rode day and night after getting the news

Weak, weary and wet from the cold autumn dews

 Two long years, then four he promised her they’d wed

But war was his mistress, where he’d made his bed

She’d waited for him, pining all alone in those hills

Now she lay there dying of acute fever and chills

He pleaded to God and to the big horse that he rode

Please a few more miles and I will lesson your load

 Then cresting the hill where home fires should have burned

He’d finally hold once again the women he yearned

Teardrops froze on cheek, cause somehow he did know

There was no smoke from the chimney, no gold lantern glow

Angels had come calling, sometime through the past day

 Left him there grieving her in his own agonizing way

No one heard the gunshot that reunited them above

              Nor seen him finally ascending, arms open, to his one true love…