Chasing the Shimmering Line

An old cowboy. Walking, hot sand. Nothing before him. Horse in hand.

Boots drag heavy. Hope worn thin. Spirit fading,

slowly to end. On the horizon, a shimmering line. An oasis that blurs.

The truth of the mine. Sun hangs low. A watchful eye. Each breath taken.

Borrowed, dry. Thoughts drifting. Home

gone. Silence here. Dragging on. Horse slows. Shadow thin.

Walking ghosts. Forgotten skin. No map, no sign. The ache of

time. Still chasing. The shimmering line.