Riding, galloping into deserts and mountains, resting <br />in the saddle, feeling at ease in my particular element <br />of life. <br /> <br />Securing the contemplative serenity of this soul is all <br />that is ever needed or craved for. <br /> <br />Darkened nights, lightened moon, searching vast desert <br />plains looking for a self that's lost. <br /> <br />Never being found, continuing searching alone forever, <br />an emptiness always hiding within, keeping me company <br />over dark and dusty trails of a lifetime.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-soul-s-serenity/
