The Lady With the Horse

She spread her wings out as if to fly, her dark unruly hair waved in the wind expanding throughout the ivory fields. Her stained rosy lips, full of passion they were, ignited the skies with flames. Colors of gold's, red's, pink's, white's and blue's filled the morning air. The breeze that splashed against her face was that of an oceans wave, like a siren's call to sailor's lost at sea. She became one with the elements, and the elements became one with her, her soul was free as a gypsies heart untouched, untamed, and unspoiled. She rode throughout the night, underneath the lit moon, stopping by the dunes, she enjoyed the feeling of sand passing through her feet, was most enjoyable to her. There she stood listening, enjoying, and feeling at one, in a world where most of us would not understand....