Riding my phantom horse through delicacies of an
Arizona desert.
Seeing all types of images, appearing before me
in mourning of someone or thing that's been lost.
Trudging the long, dusty trails of tomorrow's
dreams while on horseback.
Beautiful colors of mountains, tracing themselves
in my mind as I gallop along, enjoying the feel
of desert aromas filling my sense of smell.
Not holding onto the various perceptions being
emitted into the daytime air.
A lonesome sound, howling into echoes of the
desert, a lone wolf out looking for a meal.
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