Buckskin and Blue

Buckskin and Blue, do reign,
colours of visionary truths,
upon the landscape canvas,
her horsehair brushes do grapple,
with charges of distant lightening,
these visions in her head,
streaks across the night sky,
as solace as lariats ascends,
into distance places,
leaves the charged electronic impression,
rising into the heavens.

It is across the Sonora desert,
the Guadalupe does walk,
arm and arm with the with the Vaquero,
assuring that he will cross the river,
riding with the crew,
gathering the finest,
and from the herd,
there in the corral,
cuts out the finest horse,
and rides for the lament,
aside the droves of longhorn cattle,
with plains of sweet grass to cross,
and rivers to ford of purest water,
the journey ends with a eternal siesta,
at last assurance of the promises.