cowboy poetry

i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
will you glimmer on the sea?
when freedom from her mountain height
when night drifts along the streets of the city
there is an hour of peaceful rest
as it
god
the ships are lying in the bay
with her hair flaying wildly
i had a dream and i awoke with it
the sun is up
with lips blood red and heart of stone
before the solemn bronze saint
a storm is riding on the tide