Through the window in my mind as I watch from behind my closing eyes with the joys of happiness dripping through my veins I see charging violently, peacefully horses. With their eyes full on fire. I see horses. Brilliant bright lights blinding. Horses, horses blinding me softly. With beauty emitting from their shining bodies and rhythm sounding powerfully from large elegant hooves. Horses, horses. Bright, shining light from their glowing silver bodies. Power, shining from brilliant black outlines. Freedom ebbing from pulsing veins reverting back toward my gaze feelings of wonder. Glistening, glowing bright and shining, free and wild. They gallop from within my weak grip And disappear as I awaken my eyes To view their full, great beauty.
But they have gone. They have flown. Stretching out powerful strides running from this mist, this fog, that surrounds me. They have gone. Left me alone. They were horses, horses Free before my eyes. On fire with beauty Elegance Mystery. Horses, horses.
one hundred nights · Tue May 12, 2009 @ 01:43am · 0 Comments |