The Bedouin

The Bedouin.
To ride the desert in search of oasis.
Draped in black.
Sword strapped over my shoulder.
Content and resigned to lose to the sun.
Lazy on the hump of a camel.
Dreaming of a pistol.
Sleeping under the moon and the never setting sun.
Even at midnight it lingers.
With bitter cold.
To have a pistol.
To steal a man's horse at gunpoint.
Camel tied behind the great beast.
My horse.
Black as oil.
Robes flowing in the draft of sure speed.
All four hooves suspended over the chapped desert floor.
And a great silver sword reflecting like a mirror in my raised hand.
Bedu.