Maybe Tomorrow

January 16, 2006

and the wild horses....
i once saw them on the horizon...fading...

the comfort of their manes twisting around my fingers....slipping....
out of my grasp.

freedom is but a memory of a dream.
maybe it and i shall meet someday...someday on that forelorn mustang, having traveled from far away lands....
and i will linger on...looking towards the setting sun for your silhouette.