Tuesday, 6 July 2010
put it into words, he says,
and for my life, I cannot begin
to describe such
sin, such guilt,
such pleasure as lies,
we treasure where we shouldn’t.
But surely the rest of the world
that to walk simply,
hand in hand with
one must first
speak it aloud –
to a kindred spirit,
to a fellow wandering
cloud who longs to be free, who sees
in rain walks and holy ground mist
when the horses speak.
A tribute to the draw of the serenity & freedom to be found on horseback.