Tuesday, April 21, 2009

chill winds, prince

sleep well prince
for in the coming morn
I lose my way
and the forest glade leaves me.

I will remember your last tread tonight
the echo of the footstep
you are taking with you

I do wish horseback was for two
bareback riding is much better
when there's a saddle and my name etched there

i've ridden wild stallions
my whole solo speeding life

the barn is warn, yes
and the hay a safe space

bubbles burst and like dish soap
unlike the carnival ones that
children chew.

I feel yours around me prince
not a bubble but a wind
that if you’re quiet
u can feel it still

even from the chill winds of Iceland.

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