When He Rides

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When He Rides

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Unearthly dreams

illuminate him

where gardens

lay their petals to rest.

They creep now, his eyes,

into sad and forbidden

realms

of insanity’s broken weight.

 

Loose threads

dangling from his mind.

Loose thoughts

that have no ending.

Lost on his lips, something

unleashed like music, something

like my love.

 

        Find me alone

        inside bedroom walls,

        take these useless hands,

        allow them to touch

        the impossible

 

He makes the bell ring

He turns the lights off

He takes the bareback horse

and gallops

into the cutting dark.

 

The stars, they say,

lose all balance

when he rides.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” 2018

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