A Young Man's Dusty Journey

★★★ 2008/07/29, one year of writing: The Young Cavalier is now being revised.

Amid the thunder of hooves, beacon fires rise across the desert. For whom do tears fall upon the dust and yellow sands?

Among the clusters of green bamboo, where does my beloved lean? For whom does my heart break, its voice left unsung?

Through thick and thin, or forgotten in the world, whose fingers will mine entwine?

Beside whom will I watch the pale mountains turn white with age? And with whom will I play a lonely tune in the midnight chill?

★★★ The young roam with fearless hearts, their saddles and horses caked in dust!