To Whomever Has Loved a Horse

To Whomever Has Loved a Horse Knows of that of which I speak. To feel an equine’s glorious power Quiver and tremble beneath one’s limbs The emotion brought within Can cause even the most stoic noble man To begin to tear up and to begin to weep. To see one’s own reflection In the pools of their almond shaped eyes They are the master Of the human depth of understanding Always given up in their intelligent vision. One cannot help but grasp their love Hold on to their mane and fly Fast along the earth As if for a moment, Icarus Flying high above the earth On golden wings… Not afraid to die. If only Icarus had known He could fly on an earthly steed He could have saved his soul And flown on a glorious horse… It would have saved his soul indeed… Instead of failing on false wings. (November 26, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved