Edge of Reason
a lone rider on the mountaintop
illuminated by lightning
hat pulled low he spurs his horse
and rides down to my valley
water for the mount of roan
a blanket for the cold
the cowboy spins his story
I listen as it unfolds
enraptured and transfixed
I am captured by every word
before the night is over
the edge of reason becomes blurred
dawn reaches out through breaking clouds
as I reach across for you
but you rode out at sunrise
leaving nothing to cling to
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