Come to me
Like breath comes
Be my limitless
imagination
Like the wild weeds
No whisper of a lover
Or any rain
Gives me so much thrill
Than your hoof
I am in the dream of
dreams
When the pipers
Steal your sweet music
From your iron -shod feet
My dreams make me
Less reasonable and less
decent
But wiser and more
intelligent
Than the rest of the men
While above the ground
three feet
You are the only friend
Without envy
So much strength and
power
With out any pride
No secret between us
When I, on you, ride
I soar
You fly
With so much beauty and
grace
All my wishes, unattained
Get the desired wings
We are in the excursion
Of escape and freedom
Answers of all the
questions, troubled
A break out from the
human mundane prison
