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
Copyright © Sarah Linklater | Year Posted 2015
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