Black dash, Red rider

Rouge with soft sand does his Arabian stand,
Hard baron free.

Clothes floating wild in the sandy breeze,
As he rides his horse force free.

Black dash,
Red rider,
As he grapes the mane,
Of the horse's forelock,
Riding faster free,
Red rider, We.

Behind him,
An Arabian tie.

Loose hair, round white scurf shawl,
Silk baron, not tied tight.

Loose rider in the night,
Heading for the shore of the deep,
Waves gently tipping dampened sand,
As this horse makes its way through the soft  path,
Faster treading, We,
Faster treading , We.

Galloping through the crystal night,
Along the sandy spree.

No sound, no life, just  the soft, rough, gentle breeze,
Hitting the face as we both ride free.