Clear water flowing down river gently
Lemon yellow horses

The sun seems to just fall off the edge of the world mentally
Clay walls are all around us watching every movement constantly
There is a dark green serpent with large yellow eyes floating languidly
Choosing which of us he wants to eat but if you stroke him on the head he will treat you cautiously
The river yawns and turns enthralls and carries mysteries that are legendary
Soon we reach our camp for the night and dreams of masks that are painted white protect me from evil spirits and perhaps us them equally
Swimming closeness hair like lemon yellow roses then look up at the diamond stars that shine and race like a million racing horses come quietly