Galloping hooves, loud
As my thoughts race ‘round again
Seeking calm pasture
Galloping hooves, loud
As my thoughts race ‘round again
Seeking calm pasture
As winter comes so will life’s madness cool
And, gathered ‘round a fire, we can break bread
And with our kin such fantasies unspool
As could not be imagined in one head
Oh, but to sing of days long past
Of stories long-known
And long-forgotten
Oh, but to know them deep
In my heart
To let my soul echo
In remembrance
Once with a question we
Could open doors of truth
Could ask for wisdom and
Receive it, given free
And yet it seems to me
That when I ask today
I hear from those who think themselves so wise
And never those whose minds are broad and deep
Tender, stretching notes
An orchestra playing joy
Giving me sweet peace
For whom do I create?
For you, for me?
For some imagined audience
Quiet as the still night?
I think I create
For that soul
Which cannot survive without
That creation
Is that you?
Someone else?
Or some hidden part of me?
And if it is the last
How can I know him better?
Like sweetest honey
The air after a spring rain
Are your lips to me
Bright flashes all round
A swirling chaos
Of water
Of air
Leveling all in its wake
And in its center
A quiet, for a time
So often does the wind
Change its course
And I am forced to wonder:
Do I force through?
Tack west against nature?
Or do I follow?
Waiting is a curse
On the anticipating
One hard to shake off