Spirit
Type:
Author:
Poem:		45376
Hooves thundering upon the path The spirit of the wild runs by He gallops, roaming ‘bout the land He neither searches, nor demands Just witnessing the plains expand He runs past lakes’ eternal sands With nothing known, nor nothing planned He knows no future, has no past He lives the present all along He doesn’t care he’s an outcast He knows no place, it all feels wrong He yearns for where his soul belongs He doesn’t love, no one he scorns He lives his life for all it’s worth His partner fell, her death he mourned And left to seek ‘pon mother earth The place from where his soul made birth Neck arched, he races with the storm Ignoring lightning’s blinding blaze He’s neither happy, nor forlorn To run the everlasting haze Await the sun’s kind, warming rays Running, frustrated, past the plains He stops to neigh unto the night He rears up, tossing back his mane Thrusts his chest forth with all his might Unleashing strong, unknown delight Rain pouring onto his sleek coat His head flung up to face the sky He longing soul weeps freedom’s cost His hopes destroyed and all is lost (Through weaknesses, by him denied) Just frail desires, cast aside And left to dry up once shed tears Strength left in him for future years To gallop past life at his ease To be the spirit of the wild To roam ‘bout prairies, run past trees To feel soft earth beneath his feet To feel the everlasting breeze To feel the heart’s eternal beat
Copyright belongs to author.  Poems forbidden from being copied and used for commercial purposes without the written consent of the author.