Hey ho! My lad, have you yet heard?
Of a tale I think that every man should
Hey ho! My lad, have you yet seen?
The most lonesome man to ever have stood
This rider we call, the Knight of the Wood
One day a strange thing had occurred
Our gent rode out from his forestry night
Lo, this man so haggard and lean
Upon us he came, his eyes shining bright
His figure itself, was glowing with light
There sat he and spoke not a word
For something afar, his gray eyes did yearn
Far o’er the hills where the trees wean
Whatever it was, I had yet to learn
What manner of thing set his heart to burn?
“With what,” I asked “are you so gird?”
“Verily,” says he “I’ve been touched from above.”
“Far from here He showed me a scene,”
“The lands in the west hold a beauteous dove.”
“It seems, my good sir, that I’m blessed with love.”
Hither then, his horse he had spurred
Then, with a great shout, did he then depart
To cross o’er the leagues in between,
So his dream, at last, may finally start
Westward he thunders, in search of his heart
This is meant to read as a song. If you can imagine a medieval minstrel telling it…
I wrote this while on the east coast before I flew out to Texas to meet a woman I was courting. Long story short, we’re engaged now.