sobota, 10 marca 2012

Koń - The Horse


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He felt freedom
While speeding across the prairie
With his mane white as snow
Flowing in the wind

He'd reach the stars with his heart
And higher and more
And the outlines of wings
Would flap above his back

He disliked any stops
But couldn't run forever
And every time he didn't
The sun faded and the wind died

Then he would raise his wistful eyes
To look around longingly
And would spring up to push off
Flighty as a bird

He saw her suddenly
When racing like crazy
The dust settled
And her face rose

Her eyes
Her mane
Her croup fabulous
He wanted her to run with him

But she didn't know the galloping power
The wilderness the space and the stars
Being tied harnessed and saddled all day long
Free only in her dreams

She listened to his visions
Of the joy they would share amongst the steppes and meadows
And there were moments of her being almost ready
To break the ties and rush away with him

Then in the evening
A two-legged creature came and took her back home
Where during the day she'd be strapped to the cart
And at night to the darkness of the four walls

When she was gone
His world became colourless and empty
So he followed her tracks and soon shivered
To the lights in the windows of some strange cottages

Now no more chasing shadows in the moors
With the beloved one by his side and having fewer evil thoughts
He's busy earning for the oats
And only at night dreams of a run like hell

He feels freedom
While speeding across the prairie
With his mane white as snow
Flowing in the wind

He's reaching the stars with his heart
And higher and more
And the outlines of wings
Are flapping above his back

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