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.
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