A Horse Named Silver

left dust in a trance
elude the basket ball bat
surrender tall
slowly in late company
a bird perched down to your knees
the belly of the beast
as bread is to yeast..
Amish *******..read the good book,
to fold back from the way we used to be

there he was a horse named Silver
tucked away in the balance for power
too late to take a shower
sprinkled upon the well trimmed hair
to taste in dust the shallow peak from deep within

We road him then put him back in the alley
facts to the simple a one horse dimple
doing what you please down to your knees
Shake firm to your hair well son
buried firm from the great beyond
Pillars..chase back a dream

A horse named Silver gallop to the stream
the place toward the make believe
rest in shallow peaks