I Saw You Amongst the Wild Horses -Part 1-

As you know, dear one I border emotions that perhaps are an enigma to you You look up to me at times with the highest respect When you and I both know we are leveled I dedicate to you a speech above the most precious jewels My words surely don’t climb among or above the highness of great But I can tell you straight—I am proud of my feelings I am proud to have you here on earth with me You know, when I wrote those words, joyous bells began to ring I heard them in harmony, for they agreed Indeed, I had the council of music in meeting And we all averred that you are a part of me—a rare ligament that I truly cherish For years you have devoted yourself Fearing that someday I may leave your side Oh my sweet, beloved friend—how I have! I do not wish to degrade you—forgive me! Allow me to further explain I have left many times from the comfort of your embraces Blinded by the enigmatic pangs I so desperately conceal But these moments of solitude allow me to candidly feel And as I have said—I am proud of my feelings For they have led me straight to the epiphanies I shall now reveal: I saw you amongst the wild horses—amid the paragon of temperament Their nostrils flared at a presence; like confused soldiers, their eyes darted about I was crazed into fear that I would be founded out In meadows near from grasp of humanity You fled but kept me in eyesight Wondering and wandering—nearly touching the brink of my world The bells drew you near—for they were apples to your eye My laughter reached the highest height You knew that I was not jeering you I was delighted by your phantasmagoric magnificence! The majority grazed on But your dreams were meant for me to hold At least only for a little while For in the bells of laughter and music we were one Cantering all the more closer to the sun We felt not the burn, but the warmth of friendship As life flew on in its graces and disgraces We drew ever nearer And soon—as was inevitable— We felt the sear As you were familiar with them, you took it like a god And longed—from me—to take it Instead I concealed the flame Because the tame are accustomed To chastisement, fear and incentive