When He Rides


When He Rides



Unearthly dreams

illuminate him

where gardens

lay their petals to rest.

They creep now, his eyes,

into sad and forbidden


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.



Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst





Published in “Scryptic Issue 2.1” June 2018

Scryptic, Issue 2.1 – three poems, June 2018










Published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts” July 2018

Ygdrasil, July 2018-1807

Click to access Y-1807.pdf




Published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” 2018



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