It was the sound of thunder that made him dream of his horses.
As he wandered endless deserts, sleeping under the countless stars, his horses would leap and kick high into the air when he would call their names in his dreams.
White horses pouring over waterfalls in mysterious green mountains.
Black horses boiling up from the flames of a burning earth.
Yellow horses sparking lightning from their prancing hooves.
Spotted ponies rearing and fighting in the snowy skies.
Red horses stampeding over the horizon chasing the setting sun.
The skylines of towering concrete disappeared into the skies in some nameless city, and always his horses.
A single pair of tracks on a dry creek bed leading into the maw of the earth, and always the horses.
A playful fox, yipping and jumping, bounding after falling stars across the night sky, pausing because he hears the horses singing.
A day dreamer at the edge of the earth looking towards home where the horses dance for him.
Her smile disappeared from her red lips when she realized she couldn’t catch up to him and his horses. She watched as the rain came from the west riding a beautiful blue horse that lifted his legs high. The smell of wet earth was overpowering as the desert bloomed behind her.
Rain stopped and grinned. Her long black hair that touched the ground was adorn with flowers.
She smiled back at rain,
You will never catch up to him, you will never catch up to my love and his horses, she spoke mockingly.
Rain just smiled, and her blue horse pawed at the ground before leaping away. The soft buzz of rain and life followed them across the sands.
She stood in her library in the desert. Alone but smiling in her red dress.
He always comes back, she said as she opened a thick book and with her other pale hand, swished her glass of red wine.
Above her, a massive cyclone formed and just as quickly dissipated back into the clear night sky. She pretended to read, but the reflection on her dark eyes revealed the lightening and storms on the distant horizon…