Tuesday 7 January 2014

Horse.


Sun sets over a water bed
Furry eyes turn to lines
And melting in the song
Of the honey suckle rhymes.

I can walk now and I can run
I can flee the soundless beat
Of beating beating drums
And know now of no defeat

For I am not defeat-able 
I am not to be won
A horse wild with water insides
and a heart so big and strong

I can hear your soul song
And I can hear it  loud
It shouts to me through your words
Your body, your mind cloud

Its ok to flee the bird of feather
Another, Its ok to love 
The strings of the universe tell me
That time is now time to fly dove.

Wolf