Horse (1)

Oh horse comes to me As the dreams come Like weeds in the crop of life And be my wild imagination To play together in awake or sleep When I ride on you No whisper of a lover Or the rain of a cloud Gives me so much thrills Better than your hooves. When the pipers of the earth Steal the sweet music From your iron- shod feet I am in my dream of dreams Less reasonable and less decent, While three feet above from the ground Wiser and more intelligent Than the rest of the men. You are only my friend With out any envy So much strength and power With out any pride There is no secret between You and me When on you I ride. I soar and you fly With all the beauty and grace All my unattained wishes Get all the wondrous wings You lead me to the excursion The answers of all the troubled questions You are a magical freedom And an escape From the mundane human prison.