Palomera Mustang…

I hit a rough patch in the skies, to which summoned you to my mind. You canter around me like regret; Dust accumulated on my striped Jade walls. You can’t be tamed, but you demand to be dominated.

A wild mustang, I stumble across you in the expansive pastures of my imagination. A preface to romance and challenge. Like a storm; you rage. Embers soar, and the chaff that holds me under smolders away.

Like a teenager called to handle reins built for a man. I want you, I yearn for you, and I am ready for you.

The only way I stumble; living as if I think I can do no wrong.

Always I will prosper; moving forward as if there is no wrong.

Always on time, there she is…