Poseidon's Horses


You watch them canter to shore
In time with the pulse of the sea
Their eager heads down
Their manes white with moist light--
Diamonds cut from the air of morning.


You wait for the thunder
Of their hooves on dry land--
Even the soft sand
Of this beach--


But the horses turn and return
By some miracle you can’t name
To the dark waters
And Poseidon.


This time and place--a point of return,
From the the sun and light
To the water that sustains you.


It is a dream.
It is everything,
And you are a bystander.


It is  your life.


Return when you want,
A wild horse caressed
In the morning light
And welcome.


This is life, and

It is your dream.

Comments

  1. "Their manes white with moist light--
    Diamonds cut from the air of morning."

    You have brought tear to my eyes, dear!

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