Black Horse

There's an insatiable black horse running wild undilutedly between the tree's running elegantly, softly like a breeze he does so with such majestic ease oh what a tease I do not have his knees to please I glance at his joy and freedom wishing for a single moment that I, could be him gliding with an outstretched upwards chin a rainbow shone up high printed against a very dull sky as I follow with my eyes, to reach the end I do not see a pot of gold, as the stories do depend but I see better, than all mans gold and worth I see a wild stallion a horse on a patch of extended untouched earth running free against the wind I see oh that horse I long to be, he runs as if he has no care An untamed mane blowing viscously everywhere he is a soul filled with dare he is off boundless he has no rope, securing him still he has but a free wondrous will. Written by Sarah Linklater 31/03/2015