Riding alone on the vast plains with only God for a companion, one thinks.
**From my e-book, A Touch of the West
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Upon The Saddle

Upon the saddle I see
far beyond the likes of me
through a gaping hole of black
to the farthest galaxy.
Their steeds are true unicorns
and upon their heads are crowns;
their manes are purest gold.

Upon the saddle I hear
a sweet tune, a melody
from a chorus of angels
singing harmoniously.
Quicker than my eyes they alight--
a righteous morning glows, shines--
the crest of night creeps away.

Upon the saddle I feel
a radiance all around.
Tip my chin up to the rays
and the vision disappears.
My spirit, awakening,
inhales amber surges of love
that permeate my being . . .

upon the saddle.