The Horse Trader

Written by: Robert Long Mellott

The pounding reins
Of yesterday’s tears
Lead me down
The dreary road of today 

The joy I once found
Gazing into your eyes
Is hobbled by distance
And my faltering gait

Unbridled rides at dawn
A beautiful, insipid memory
Breakneck sprints in the dark
An aching need in the final stretch

The rhythmic rhyme
Of our ride in time
We won the race
But lost our place

Your crop too willing
My flanks too tender
Your mount is running,
Full out, yet you ask for more

(unfinished) 

rlm '11