Riding the waves of rhythm into desert shores,
traipsing through it's beautiful scenery.
Feeling the needles of cacti touching and
opening my mind, expressing everything in
honest situations, as dust storms envelope and
try to contain me.
Losing out on this, they dissipate and become
a part of the desert again.
Riding on, watching desert snakes and animals
slithering and running around.
A wonderful sequence of events, happening through
imagination as I travel further into the desert
mountain regions, losing myself happily in the
moist poetry being created as I ride.
Galloping further and further, accepting the
beauty of nature as we are one and can never be
contained in anyone's circumference.
Free as the eagle soaring above, never regretting
the situations it finds itself in.
(12: 03 p.m. - 11/30/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem