The Horse


I cannot see
The Sun
As a chariot -  
Even if she was
Sheathed in gold -
For she would not be pulled
By anything.
No, she must be the horse itself -
Her hair of flame
Rippling with her power
That we could only follow,
Being the passengers.

 


Copyright LJ 2021.

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