Love . . . corralled and stabled.
I keep it close these days.
It escaped once;
Wild horses running -
like they've never felt the wind in their manes before;
like they've never kicked the dirt up so high under their feet before.
Galloping
unbridled,
without thought or contemplation.
A heroic sight.
A breathtaking plight.
And then
came, the fall -
broken legs, blood, pain
and yet, I could not bear to shoot
and yet nothing was the same.
"All The Wild Horses"
All the wild horses
All the wild horses
Tell her with tears in their eyes
May no man's touch ever tame you
May no man's reigns ever chain you
And may no man's weight ever defrayed your soul
And as for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away
As for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away
Ray Lamontagne
