Horses

Posted on by Tai Woodville 
Horses

I know about
                            the wild horses
                                                 in your head. 

Your skin, that sings
with the sandstorm of their manes.

My pulse also 
                            gallops
                                           with their racing.

The grasslands of my soul have been swept flat
                                                with the winds wept by their tails.

My heart has been worn ragged by their hooves
and I can tell you that unless you allow them to run free

they will drag you.

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Mover, shaker, magic-maker. Writer, dreamer, singer/composer, philosopher. I majored in literature & creative writing at UCSB's College of Creative Studies, from which I graduated in 2002. I write a philosophy blog called "Parallax Journal: The Quester's Companion," and my book of poems, "Pollen," is available online at Finishing Line Press (published under Tai Carmen). I believe it is the duty of every human being---and specifically every dreamer, sensitive & independent thinker---to personally awaken to their highest calling in order that the collective might begin to wake into the next level of consciousness, which is essential for our survival as a species.