My horse is like a hollow

Digging the ground

With heavy sounds

My horse is like a spoon

Carving the air

While breathing out

My horse is weeping

When it can’t prance

It would like to embrace

Clouds in a final dance

I hear its steps

My wait is not vain

It will bounce

Out of my heart

Hence I quit the desert

Black pride and fierce look

It knows perfectly how you took

Advantage of me – one step, one step.

Then a gallop.

Close your eyes my black proud horse

Hold tight the smell of burning grounds

Run fast to keep the firelight going strong

Make your steps take the words further

To hearts whose silence needs no longer

To be.

31/10/2018