Horse Of Texas Wind
Horse Of Texas Wind
© Surazeus
2025 04 01
When wild wind of Texas becomes the horse
who brings me apple of eternity,
I learn to flow with her elegant grace
as she revives pure spirit of the plains
where hearts of our ancestors enrich soil
from which our children spring to dance and sing.
Bones of our ancestors molded from milk
form rugged landscape of our aching hearts
where ghosts of dinosaurs with rainbow feathers
still wander streets of quiet country towns
to guide me as I ride sturdy-framed bike
past fragile homes where faceless people pray.
Contemplating mystery of the Glow Cloud,
I lean against trunk of the apple tree
to wonder why I feel so far from home
since I sit still at center of my heart
while my mind crosses timeless distances
to shore of the lake where my soul was born.
I live in time-wound spinning of the Earth,
connected to each age of human life
by reading stories written long ago
that weave tapestry of dramatic scenes
where I play role of bold protagonist
in grand narrative of spiritual growth.
With confident voice of the mockingbird,
that dwells in heaven of the pecan tree,
I sing about the nameless souls of Earth
who flicker by on timeless stage of hope
as transient flames of conscious innocence
so I will remember them till I die.
Before I cry beneath the broken branch,
lone wanderer detached on signless road
far from ancestral homeland of Star Lake,
the horse of Texas wind teaches me how
to repair the butterfly wings of faith
so I can dance with the graceful tornado.
Only the raven remembers the poem
I scribble on the frosted window pane
to translate light of the arrogant moon
with subtle nuance of challenging tricks
in words that humans invent in despair
to communicate thoughts they fear to speak.
Riding my bike in the small country town,
I transform into horse of Texas wind
so I can sing about beauty of love
with abstract metaphor of fallen angels
who disappear in flash of light on water
when I realize I can fly with word wings.
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Orpheus paints cubist portrait of the poet as a young man in the small country town in Texas where his horse is the wind personified.
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