Poem: Horses (For Ponylover664)
The Spirit of the Horse,
Shown in the glint of an eye,
A teardrop, a whisper,
So beautiful, it makes one cry.
A drop in a space full of blazing emotions,
The Spirit of Horse stops all in its tracks,
All the anger, passion, sadness and love,
After hearing that spirit, begins to crack.
The Horse is a creature of beauty,
Of love, and is wise,
It is so spiritual and meaningful,
But because of man, it is shy.
Man treats spirit badly,
Ripping and tearing the seams,
The veil into spirit is broken,
So we will never know what it means.
Apart from a select few,
The ones who can lift that veil,
And see the clarity of soul and spirit,
Into horses' dreams and sunsets, he will sail.