Riding, galloping into deserts and mountains, resting
in the saddle, feeling at ease in my particular element
of life.

Securing the contemplative serenity of this soul is all
that is ever needed or craved for.

Darkened nights, lightened moon, searching vast desert
plains looking for a self that's lost.

Never being found, continuing searching alone forever,
an emptiness always hiding within, keeping me company
over dark and dusty trails of a lifetime.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-soul-s-serenity/