Willow creek crossing
Insures safe passage
For the young brides of Samara,
Wandering forward.
Infantry men gaze upon
The light souls of the young brides,
Seeking the river
Winding a pathway
To rome.
Passing from junction to junction
Becomes a thin line,
As time levels off.
The brides become weary
And seek a town closer,
A younger, wiser destination.
Wagons harnessed to donkeys
Arrive in the town,
Colorado Springs,
Bringing bride after bride,
To an early destination,
Where a cowboy slowly sings.
Young brides being scared,
Ask questions of the man,
Who he is, and
Where he comes from,
But he turns their attention
To a man, who lives upon a table.
Who is he, the brides wonder,
Yearning to reveal his name,
But he burns oils of midnight,
And keeps to himself.
He's slightly dancing
To a tune from Muriano,
Played upon the notes
Of a cornet in the hands
Of a wild magician,
Building an ocean
Out of musical
Wonders.
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