The Lady with the Horse

She spread her wings out as if to fly; her dark unruly hair waved in the wind expanding throughout the ivory fields.  Her stained rosy lips; full of passion they were; ignited the skies with flames.  Colors of gold's, red's, pink's, white's, and blue's filled the morning air.

The breeze that splashed against her face was that of an ocean's wave; like a siren's call to sailor's lost at sea. She became one with the elements, and the elements became one with her; her soul was free as a gypsies heart untouched, untamed, and unspoiled.

She rode throughout the night; underneath the lit moon; stopping by the dunes; she enjoyed the feeling of sand passing through her feet; was most enjoyable to her.

There she stood listening, enjoying, and feeling at one; in a world where most of us would not understand....

Author's Note

(Hope you Enjoy :D)

Reviews

[Evita]

Great imagery. I just noticed you like magic and mysticism. So do I. Which would explain why I connect and am enjoying your writing!