I have started the process of letting go of my emotional needs that embody themselves physically..
I can feel you in the hot, humid, heavy air of this summer…
You may be near
yet,
I believe you are coming from far away…
on a white horse
on a black horse
on a brown horse
i am not sure…the image is fickle
i know that your headgear is white…and I can only see your eyes..
You are riding with such speed just to get to me…..you know I can only wait so long
You don’t stop at every town you see but every towns caller…sees the fire under your stallions hooves from a distance..and calls..letting the people know that…a stranger is on his way
ever other town thinks that you will stay the night
or
forever
No one knows, but I
that you are only staying the night with me
and
I should be waiting for you…like you are looking for me


