The Old Man Moved Me |
Before Him: THE NEED (1996) The need -- Burned from 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.
With Him: FULFILLED (1997) 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! After Him: 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. ~~*~~
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