I ride a pale horse into the wind
The wind is a woman, a siren of sin
Drunkards black shadows on the bar room floor
I will not go down with shadows anymore
Yet, it is the shadow that understands the ectasy of sound
Silence is large and sound is thinner
It is the sound I hunger for
Black marigolds and silence are my dinner
I tie up my horse and wait for the sinner
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 9:15 AM UTC
I ride a pale horse into the wind
The wind is a woman, a siren of sin
Drunkards black shadows on the bar room floor
I will not go down with shadows anymore
Yet, it is the shadow that understands the ectasy of sound
Silence is large and sound is thinner
It is the sound I hunger for
Black marigolds and silence are my dinner
I tie up my horse and wait for the sinner
KMC@2011