The Red Scarf

The day is done, as it gathered darkness I galloped to the top of the dune on Mustafa, the fast Black Arabian, nothing could catch him.         My red scarf covered my face as the wind blew  and the sand picked up but nothing stopped Mustafa from reaching the top of the Dune.      Riding Mustafa gave me such peace.    At the top of the Dune there was nothing left but tranquility, heaven at last. People can search for a life time for peace but never find it, because they simply don't know how to be tranquil.        Thank you Creator for this peace with Mustafa, this amazing creature who understands me, like the seasons.               I gave Mustafa a red sweet apple for his help in bringing me to a peaceful sunset so serene, as the wind swirls my red scarf it engulfs my face, as the sun sets its last warmth it settles on Mustafa.       No words, no hovering thoughts, just listening to the wind and watching sand swirls.  Mustafa lifted his proud head and we galloped away chasing the sunset.          Marie Yvonnw