thecowboy

.rolling about in a spoonful of ice cream..cool as the crimson desert dawn..this sand is so red and soft, and in the shadows, its cool on the barefeet..its been a breakfast of hashbrowns and eggs over easy and the fantoms over hot coffee cups..its suntanning in march..its this crisp spring morning..its wandering under the stars mid-nite..its half of the moon showing the way to the outhouse..its this breath and its the next..keep on going..we are like lightning in the storm..