See short story "Hitching the Montana Millenium" Published in August Makata

My beautiful, my glitterdust,
oh, my horse without a name
My wild my free,
you are a lifetime untamed
Will you ride the winds current?
Will you buckle so freely?
Will you be one of the last
to drive me into dreams?
Shall I be driven to insanities domain
Where the divine touch is so free
or shall I be shown another side of beauty?
Vibrant velour after perceptions cast off shell
Closed minds and hearts shall no longer dwell
in this land of dreams
with you as me