Like the wind she does ride.
That beautiful gal with big brown eyes.
Humming birds and red cardinals chase,
As they strain to meet her fleet pace.
Her sunstreaked hair gently drifts,
Caressed by morning air's fingertips.
Tintured by fragrant wild flowers,
And filtered through mesquite trees.
His great steps fleet and true,
Contour of her garden understood.
Stormy's knowing dark eyes smile,
As the blue morning glories pass.
Over an open sea of green grass,
Together as one they float in trance.
Imagining blue painted butterflies like mist,
Flying from sunflower waves as they crest.
Unspoken total trust in each other,
With reckless abandon they glide like lovers.
Bareback, responsive as one creature,
No effort the province of either.
She is the yellow rose of Texas,
Within her a spirit young and free.
To trust like that's what really matters,
She'll always be the object of my desires.