For a Carousel Horse
At night
When the circus lights dim
And the wind blows
Black and restless
Across the lake
of the crescent moon,
A porcelain horse
In the mirrored carousel
Starts to dream
His whole life
He has kept careful time
With his decorated companions
Dancing to the
Same circled melody,
Knowing his
Place
In this world of reflected light,
Where all too often
scared love
Forsakes the name
Of passion
For the filigree robes of piety,
Yet tonight
Held in thrall by deep,
falling shadows
And the rippling caresses of a wanton wind,
His eyes burn
With the wild grace
Of remembered freedom
And as
The silver
Thunder sounds across
The rugged back of the
mountains
He finds himself
running
Virgin hooves drumming
Into the cold earth
Sheets of screaming
rain beating
against his black midnight
skin
Tousled hair
Hungry eyes
And his lover
The wind
Breathing him
awake
With every
step
Hour after hour,
he runs
Tasting every
Inch of the naked night
And at the summit
Of the jade mountain
Through a curtain of wild
Rain
He rears up
And calls to the world
Of mirrored carousels
"Break free,
Break free,
There is more than
One song
Playing in this world"
