Pale horses in a field of sun-burnt grass, legs buckling
Falling, grace, succumbing; un-becoming
We stood in the harsh August sun, naked and maddened
Red wet flesh glistening, thirst, baked, dreamless
Hallelujah and amen, in the distance a choir sings
Lightning cracks sky; hope, wait, plunder
Crisp brains search for old dreams of starlit night
When we were young, and not so mad
The first drops fall, and we are redeemed; we live
Drinking rain from cupped hands; delight
When the storm passes it is night; a billion stars twinkle
We remember why we’re here; deliverance
Now we can see the lights of home shining, welcome
Spirit horses fade into darkness; we walk