Innocence

Whom the horse is looking for Every day in the scarlet breeze It comes and taps at the door Have you forgotten your blue cheese Is it the one I dream of Accompanied by the charged shiver Especially when I am burnt out Like the lean exhausted river The last time I saw it In blue light it stood The pink link it signalled me I was in a restless wood I tried to recall Where had I seen it The tempest and the thunder squall Then the ocean of the mist But how come I am morose I have got nothing to do With this equine inquiry Then what for the blues overdose But the residual pink remains I have seen it somewhere Beside the blue Euphrates? My another mind inquired A Freudian explained me Your horse misses you Your bosom friend of the boyhood Longs for a hue or two He reached me a magazine Inside I came across the faces Of lovely blonde and black women In very skimpy dresses I couldn't remove my eyes Was in a reverie What is it, the analyst asked Is it the equine spree? Was the horse now inside me? Something I felt scary Does Mathew still hold good Was it the visual adultery? From above Dropped a dew Are you living still In the age of Mathew Was it the horse Yes, said he Goading you Into harmless glee And my thoughts Went astray Last night in Paul's house How charmingly in the sofa she lay The tremor in the cup of tea Now the horse again for the infidelity I knew it for sure It was the mental adultery Now Mathew not alone Beside him glared Mark I was in a blind cone This crimson sky how to shirk Tush tush Smiled the analyst Without the child You can't exist You are living in the light speed life It is the child that slows you down Makes you smile amidst your strife In the mirror you wear a crown February 12, 2018 Loss of an Innocent Mind - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann