James Williamson

2016-06-09 12:00 am

The spirit of a stallion. 
By:James Williamson 


A wandering spirit lives in me, 
no board or brick may be my home. 
With the soul of a stallion, 
through this world I will forever roam. 

Consisting of a two stallion band, 
only me and my lack of trust. 
We run towards the unknown future,
followed closely behind by regretful memories and clouds of dust. 

My shadow is my mistress, 
the world is my wife.
She is where my heart lies, 
and when I am tired of running, 
she will take my life. 

Until then I will drink from the sea, 
and gaze into oceans of black. 
From the world my heart emerged, 
and when it beats for her no more, 
she will submerge it back. 

My spirit is a stallion, 
forever running until I ache. 
A thousand times in this life, 
my brittle heart will shatter. 
Yet solid remains my soul, 
that no one can ever break.