Midnights at Heart Break Ridge

Broken hearts come in many forms...

Curtain calls,

All actors on stage portraying lost souls and angst begot folk

Fumbling to stage their plot

On how to heal the wounds from a jeering crowd

And wondering what their next line would be

Stumble downtown to find themselves at a lonely bar called Heart Break Ridge

One dollar buys you a pint but it will cost you five if you want to "wine"

Many a tear fell into someone’s beer with no shoulder to cry on and no one to listen the pain away

Drown yourself in sorrow, or a pitcher of dark lager, which ever you prefer

And hike up your suspenders and carry on

Like all good actors pretend nothing’s wrong

When you're down and out wonder in a little place, open midnights,

At the Heart Break Ridge…

Phone rings and no one answers

She wondered who called so late

Usually around this time, when everyone’s in bed

Always Midnight

A little shack, lonely on the hill

On a ridge, out of sight of the highway

A woman feels lonely on a breezy autumn night

These nights always a reminder of what happened long ago

When the rain soaked road caused the car he was driving much too fast and swerved to

Miss that deer but hit that tree dead on target

The phone rang with an eerie toll, like a church bell at black mass

That loathing sound when she knew her husband didn’t make it home when he said he would

And now she spends the rest of her days, overlooking the sight, where he never made it

Looking out, at midnight,

 Down the road toward Heart Break Ridge…

Two lovers, scorned, always in love but can never be together

One of fire, the other of ice

Analogous of the two but loved as one

A raven is a reminder of what was never meant to be

His black shadow overcasting to plot lover’s leap

A steep cliff off the ravine, where two lovers leaped because the world wanted them to remain apart

Now are together, at the valley below

Locked in an eternal kiss

Where the sun’s fire heats their passion

Then the tears of the rain shed on them in sorrow

And the coyote howls a mournful tune, at midnight,

Down in Heart Break Ridge…