There are ways to tell
Words which don't sell
Thoughts of things abusive
Down the road of Love elusive
We carry so much inner strength
Which we can muster in a new tense
- It opens up very many closed doors
Which breathe out through our pores
No matter how we try and hide the feel
There are pieces hanging we can peel
- Back to find the treasure trove inside
From which we can run, but cannot hide
Things are already far, far, too apparent
Ways in which we handle what we've spent
Emotions which run through our very veins
Now spiral loose as we cannot hold the reins
Sensing the horse is now about to break free
From the saddle upon which we sit - just you and me
Jumps ahead loom larger in my field of vision
Clutching tightly, the reins now are sizzling
So hot, my hands burn and are completely on fire
The jump becomes ever larger, as I stall the sire
But he stops abruptly, and my hold seizes now
As I flail at the air, and my seat goes from below
The ground becomes ever closer as my limbs fly
And the person I was, I'll never be - and this is why
When one rides a horse - one better know it well
For some have minds of their own, and so will tell
You ... by the way they behave under your loving care
By informing you in some way or other you're a dare
In which they've allowed you to ride upon their back
But only for a short time - then they return to stack
Of stable-ready riders who have long been trained
To provide support for everything you've now gained
From this last ride which was swept up in new passion
The kind which attested to fire of yet another fashion
And writing upon the wall which was so clearly etched
Now speaks its rhythm as the backup music is fetched
And I pull my cane out of the closet to help me walk
As the fall took such a tarring on my body - I too, balk
And now as I limp ahead leaning hard on my cane
I wallow in the trough - which I revisit in head again
And remember the mud which swallowed me whole
Knowing full well LOVE comes from deep in the soul.
Christopher W. Thomas
12 noon Halloween Eve 97