- 2 AM -
I think I hear my Wild Horse
Between each beat, sounding through
Only in such sweet and silent twilight
They sing unsung melodies
They stay. They all stay.
run through fields of moonstruck sage
in the dark when the softbells ring.
my veins, endless silence flies.
(But the Wild are free now, they're free!
And they run with the mares and fae and the trees.)
will the Wild fly and will my lost ones
return to me.
and hold candle to the Flame
to keep me warm.
They stay, it seems, forever.
(Until the softbells lull me to sleep
until forgetful day.)
