Poetry: Looking Deeply at Sunset; Lonely

 Beneath the fading dusty hues of the sun,

A lone cowboy weeps on a mountain, his heart undone.

Saddled on his horse, in the silence of twilight,

He rides the vast plains, chasing the waning light.

With a soul heavy, burdened by shadows untold,

He seeks solace in the solitude, in the winds so cold.

A cowboy's lament, whispered to the wind's refrain,

Echoes through canyons, a melancholy strain.

The horizon ablaze with the hues of despair,

As the sun takes its leave, leaving a heart laid bare.

Sitting tall in the saddle, his eyes mirror the sorrow,

A lonesome journey, an uncertain tomorrow.

His horse, a faithful companion in this vast expanse,

Carries the weight of a cowboy's emotional dance.

On the mountain's crown, where the eagle soars,

He watches, as it weaves tales, distant and more.

High above, a symbol of freedom untamed,

Yet even the eagle, in solitude, is named.

A winged wanderer, in the vastness of the sky,

Much like the cowboy, seeking reasons why.

As the daylight surrenders to the shadows' embrace,

The cowboy's tears blend with the canyon's grace.

A solitary figure, on this mountain's crest,

With a heart heavy, and emotions laid to rest.

Through the endless plains, his horse carries the weight,

Of dreams shattered, and a love lost to fate.

The weeping cowboy, in the twilight's descent,

Rides into the night, where his sorrow is spent.