Dancing (Horses)
Dancing
in the rivers
of darkness,
the twilight stars
in gentle dust
do fall,
the moon rises
hanging upon
rooftops,
beyond the city,
above
the blinking rush
of light
and roar,
into a deafening
silence
beyond the hew
and empty thrall,
And standing still,
three horses
hold the silence,
facing the lengthening
shadows,
the steepening
stillness
of a coming night,
one black,
one grey,
one a
messenger,
of morning,
silhouetted
in silver,
incandescent,
burning,
heavenly, bright.
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