Dark Horses

Hidden as I watch the mouth of the serpant talks. Hidden, hidding a mound of serpants learn to fly and walk. Lazarus came to speak to me and heaven is divine. You, I have come to free I play underneath in the thunder. You came to stay she came to be free thus my stones. Rejoice, I am the thief in the sky and each sleeping hill I move. I am caught between the middle of the line, and more than death, are the white contrails the finger one child's gift I have. From either side you slipped it out beneath your body. My memory, I left without my leaving you any memory that you were ever there, 'dearest kissed. Dark horses I have withstood, uncontrolled withstood them all. The giver of life like me is uncontrolled. One battle or two or three when one is more but never less.