As I sit alone upon the mountain
A sky of red from the east a comin'
With thunder and lightning
Ablaze, that beautiful sky of red.

Alone I sit there and watch it's approach
As if in a dream a beautiful white horse appears
With the red thunderhead fully ablaze above me
The horse nears itself to me

I am no longer alone
With the horse I have become one
Yet we are separate...

...I soon wake up to find that I am alone
Deep down in a dark valley

Heather Kaltinger