Friday, October 12, 2012

White Horses.


White Horses.


Galloping towards me,
A fury of surging white horses.
Rising from the ocean deep,
To throw their heads before my feet.
Countless times have they ridden,
To reach this stony beach.
Once more they break through,
Showing their mane and lashing tail.
Pounding the surf with a grace,
That shows me how they race.
Twisting sand chomping at the bit,
Tirelessly running, here they cannot sit.
Foaming by mouth and reaching high,
Watch how they assault the sky.
Could it be the end of me,
When I carry on looking out to sea?
To watch these horses, how they dance,
From tides and hopes that bring me chance.
To be at peace until my end,
Where I have loved, you my friend.