BROWN SANDS
My stallion impatiently
Stamps at my side,
Into the desert far
We two shall ride.
Brown sands around us fly,
Winds whistle free,
The desert is sharing
Gladness with me.
The madness of motion
Is mine again.
Forgotten forever
Sorrow and pain.
Into the desert far
Swiftly we flee,
Knowing the passionate
Joy of the free.