A messenger whispers:
Driven to go far
Away from a noisy destination
Yearning only for peace.
I am sadly a helpless passenger.
Riding by a glistening white field
Engulfing one small dark silhouette.
Cold air seems to cruelly caress
A lone statuesque horse,
Looking at me
Looking at him.
Ciera S. Louise c. December 04, 2006