The Horses Have All Gone



The horses have all gone now
Set free to run and roam
Beyond the shallow boundaries
Of a life much less their own.
So blindly they run through
The winds and dust of time,
Coats glistening with dampness –
A hot and moving shine.

Their eyes are wide and focused on
Some inner destination;
Calm purpose flowing from within
The depths of their creation.
The thunder carved by ragged hooves
Cuts pathways across the sky
And lightning reflects an openness
Of heart and mind and eye.

I remember sharing distant youth
In the wisdom of their gaze,
But the past has come to claim them back
And they fragment in the haze…
The dust has settled slowly
And the horses have all gone
Though somewhere in my landscape
Their memory lingers on….

(wendy slee)