The Cowboy always dreams at the midnight hour of a <br /> beautiful lady with golden hair, with dancing heels. <br /> that can dance on the Winds of Time at the midnight <br /> hour. He sees her in the silhouette of the dream <br /> world, but he knows that she is and her beauty is <br /> beyond compare. He can only hope the Winds of the Ages <br /> will bring this love of a lifetime, unto him. He bows <br /> on bended knee before his Creator and prays to the <br /> Lord above to send him the lady of Love. Even though <br /> he is now old and broken, he still has a whisper of <br /> hope in his heart, in the graciousness of the Lord <br /> that before his eyes grow dark, that he may see the <br /> Angel of the Winds, for she is the very creation of <br /> beauty.<br /><br />Charles E. Chancellor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cowboys-midnight-dream/
