DREAM OF SEVEN HORSES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
In silhouette against the black curtain of stars, and a full moon that
hangs like the history of dreams, and they are beautiful creatures with
no trace of fear in the eye, I cannot comprehend my perspective it’s
like emotional mathematics, I see feel and hear them from every
direction at once, loosely gathered but tightly drawn in some
synchronized prayer, muscles taut with purpose and agenda, they
seem to be waiting but I’m an acolyte and know not the sign.
Steam from the nostrils; the pace of a lifetime, manes suspended like
the locks of an angel, no sense of urgency yet emanate danger beyond
horizon, am I the rider or just the witness of the going, and they take
on the wonder and capacity of the night time sky, I feel immensely
inferior and yet they look to me, is it symbol; allegory or is this just
another life mocking dream, or maybe they want to lead me to the
dream waking dawn.
Dream of seven horses, and they are swallowing the night.
So peaceful as the start to slowly move across the haunted landscape,
and I move with them; some unseen force propelled, weightless and
suffering unknown I am the eye of time, lost in the fluidity of their
intrinsic motion the meaning is bated along, and I know everything I
see everything yet there is only static motion, no destination is implied
no direction is emptied, suddenly at full gallop they make the light
catch up, and I am waken and left with only wonder and decay.