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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 “Scryptic Issue 2.1” June 2018
Scryptic, Issue 2.1 – three poems, June 2018
https://allisongrayhurst.com/2018/05/11/kaita/
https://allisongrayhurst.com/2018/05/12/nocturnal-souls/
https://allisongrayhurst.com/2018/05/08/when-he-rides/
http://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/396b91_12b4c602cd4d418493788ddd9884dd13.pdf
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Published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts” July 2018
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Published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” 2018
https://academyoftheheartandmind.wordpress.com/2018/05/28/when-he-rides/
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