The Old Man Moved Me|
The need --
inside each of us;
Long-past endless forgotten summer mornings
With the sound of the rain doves calling storms
Found us already out --
Hair tied back under corduroy caps imagined to resemble velvet.
Rain soaked earth
Where we dug with our fingernails
Patterns of horseshoes of horses we never knew;
Wind whipped manes that didn't exist across our eyes
Which saw creatures we couldn't have seen.
Swayed backs and Roman noses were only beautiful to us when we heard of them --
Hearing beyond them the tumbling hooves of a gallop we couldn't have heard.
Thunder brought our dreams inside,
Safe, in the stable
With the grassy floor and the maple walls.
Lightning sheltered us,
and the need --
Burned from inside each of us
And galloped on,
To the stable sky;
While Heaven nested in the rafters and kept us warm.
You are the spirit of my dreams
Of grace and dance and moonlit things
Whose shimmer stirs hot coffee eyes
While thunder hooves make starlight rise
And moonbeams bounce from satin skin
That holds a brilliant mind within
That knows wild games but all in play
A dream by night, a friend by day
Who's made of summer air and breeze
And could've met the moon with ease
If your time was aimed above
Instead of filling me with love
And stealing hats and breaking things
And sewing me a pair of wings
That could have flown *me* to the moon
If I didn't have to be back soon
To fill a bucket, pour some grain,
Free a tangle from your mane,
But who needs moons and who needs stars
When they could have a world like ours
And live among the summer dust
And winter snow and buckle rust
And broken bridles, books, and gates
And farrier and lesson rates
And something else we also know
That can't compare to winter snow
Or moonlight spots or stardust beams
Or even really awesome dreams
Because it's real, because you're near
And I can even feel you here
If not because you're all I see
Then maybe 'cause you're biting me!
LOST HORSE IN AUTUMN
I told you I'd be back for you
Came back in time to say goodbye to you for five minutes
Later, I stood at your graveside,
I was silent.
Come winter, I won't warm my hands in a mane,
And you won't start shedding in January
I won't chop the ice in your water bucket
And I won't be covered in horse hair.