Spooked Horse

April 2012 | back-issues, poetry | 0 comments

I am riding the spooked horse

through a world of shadows –

 

In my visions,

there is nothing but ghosts

of all things.

 

There is another world

behind the one we live in.

Everything I see here,

is a shadow

from that world.

 

When I am riding,

things I see before me

disappear.

There is no more grass

or trees, skies or rocks.

 

When I am standing still,

I am traveling

on a horse made of bellows.

 

by Craig Shay

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