Arab Horses

The Arab horses neighed and Opened their nostrils as Fierce they pawed the reddish Sands. In the short distance Rose The walls of the walled city Tall and square: The closed giant door The sentinels The red domes of pointed mosques. Night helter skelter Came And hiding said: ‘I will wait. Time will come, as It will come to all. The red dusk will my Precursor be. Ancient and noble’ Time passed by too quick Fleet as lightning Holding by the hand, Motion. Awhile Again The Arab horses neighed and Opened their nostrils as Fierce they pawed the reddish Sands.