chestnut mare, runs like the wind, mane and tail go flying

what do you dream

open plains, barley and hay, golden oats that stretch for miles

when i was a child they had to put a horse down, it screamed and thrashed in the dusty hay of the freshly mucked stall, the screams echoed into the night until the sharp crack of the gun seemed to shake the foundations of heaven itself

run forever, never tire, chestnut mare of my dreams

run to someone else’s dreams

take the screams and thundering gunshots with you, i beg you