As she sits and watches the evening
The horses wait for sleep.
Her thoughts sway towards her heart.
Her longing runs deep.
She hears the small night sounds
and smells the condensing dew.
Fog wisps between the distant mountains
and her thoughts are many, then few.
She feels contentment with her life,
but longs for a companion.
Her friends watch her profile
as her gaze wonders the sky.
The evening chill has yet to set
and she is warm in the sunset.
Small things scurry in the dark.
...she has a yearning heart...
A lonesome place (ranch) needful things (romance) and a yearning heart.
Written August 31st, 2006
September 3, 2006
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