winter's monday horses
unfold in the simplicity of muscular ambition
gracefully these earthly creatures contemplate asphalt flowers
they are flawless in the playground of the surreal
tranquility crafted  from the rapture of angst
i am barefoot in my disbelief peering at their silken perfections
winter's monday horses with angelic skill
leave me addicted to the cosmos trapped in
the shred of their approaching eye
they gallop toward me like a flood of thunder
terrifying portrait timeless like a woman giving birth to a thought of love
let me depart now
on the grim sails chaotic and forlorn
under the skeleton of moonlight
grieve winter's monday horses no more
they are free passionate waterfall on the worlds dark surface
lament only the puppets of their deafening heartbeats
such as i
addicted to the cosmos in their weeping eyes