The Serenity of Horses

The darkness shifts and opens wide

a subtle movement

under a moonlit sky

nothing else feels quite

so right

soft hooves

combine with the earth, under

when movements quicken

sounds... like rolling thunder

this, is where freedom lives

demons locked away

and the past, forgives

the bond of quiescent predator 

and prey

on the winds of a feather

and the truest meaning, of home. 

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Where freedom lives; you are on point with this escape from the madening race. Everyone should be required to develope a raport with a horse, as part of their upbringing. If you click on my picture of the horse, it will enlarge. then you will see a horse made from driftwood.

[Aramey]

I think you may be right about being kindred spirits :) I fully intend to have my daughter raised around horses as I wish I had been. Most of my experiences were from adulthood. Thank you for the review! Did you make the figure in the picture?

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Regretably no. The picture was sent in an e-mail from another equine lover.

[The 13th Eros]

This whispers of such peace mingled with power. There is an enchanted bliss when horse and rider become one. Serenity... so few ever experience it anymore.

[Aramey]

I agree it's a divine serenity and few know the pleasure of it. Such serenity is beautiful~ as some beauties can't be touched, only felt.

[Chris]

we always go back to what we escape...to sometimes escape what we took with us. And sometimes to sit and cry.

[Aramey]

Absolutely, I've noticed also... I don't do both at the same time.