Horses are wind flowers rooted to air
Freshening breezes with cloud shredded hair
Raw boned with rainbows, muscled with mist
Raging tornadoes by Boreus kissed
Hoofed with bright lightning, eyes like the sun
Filled with the vision of that mighty One
Who fills the whole sky and yet sits them astride
Choosing a wind flower on which He will ride
Wind flowers blossom, wind flowers bloom
Horses are wind flowers casting time’s rune
Straddle to gallop and mount to the sky
Tossing maned heads and flared nostrils on high
Earth is their mistress, storming with love
Time is their pasture, its fruit rides above
Where sit the Earth Dreamer who rules as the King
Who did to this earth their Equestrian bring
Horses are wind flowers climbing the air
Children of chaos and hot solar flares
Winged in the meadows, loosed to the sky
Wind flowers soar like eagles that fly
Across broad expanses of green earth below
Hoofs barely touching and deep eyes aglow
Seeing the scene with the eye of their Lord
Who is his wind flower and He with the sword
Horses at night feel the still air as rest
Wind flowers closing to heed the behest
Of stars filled with wonder, bright Sagittarius
Leaping ahead to the Age of Aquarius
Leaping on high, a leap of devotion
The blending of beauty and liquid lithe motion
The marriage of strength and elegant form
Wind flowers fly from the moment they’re born
Paintings by RubyLee.
Poem by David Anirman.