My Little Mustang Girl
My little Mustang Girl
Lost am I, in this gray wilderness.
A beautiful place, but what a mess.
An exotic vision, riding your Mustang.
A heard, the head of this wild gang
of experiences roaming this wilderness,
electrical impulses, I must confess
permeate every, neural pathway,
every synaptic cleft willing to fray
within this old brain, this fragile heart,
yet never to know the joy of a new start.
I see you upon your Mustang, sitting erect,
sun in your lovely face, hair streaming, what effect.
A vision of a wild and beautiful Mustang, free,
mane and tale floating upon memories, for me.
Galloping down the hallways of my memories hoard
where all the beauty, I experienced with you, is stored.
Leading this heard further and further into the universe
you’ve run me to the edge, leaving little more for this verse,
except to wonder, why ?, do I still hang on so
to this love for you that I came to know.
B. J. “A” 2
January 11 2015
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