Tuesday, 6 July 2010

In Words

put it into words, he says,
and for my life, I cannot begin
to describe such
sin, such guilt,
such pleasure as lies,
in these
stolen moments
of sublime
which perhaps
we treasure where we shouldn’t.

But surely the rest of the world
wouldn’t know
or understand,
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
unearthly beauty,
in rain walks and holy ground mist
and listens
when the horses speak.

A tribute to the draw of the serenity & freedom to be found on horseback.