Horses and Dreams

When they discovered the path was rough

The surface stony and the ride uphill

They dismounted their steeds

Unleashed their reigns

and left them in their stables

and on they went with their journey.

They were sons of their parents

Brothers of their sisters and the loved ones

Of their brides to be, whom they assigned

The task of weaving dreams into fabric

Of their lives. There they went

As they wanted to surf the winds

And ride the waves and taste the whiff

Of flash in the dark. Restive they were

And I saw them rising, high on the cliff

Up and down and upside down

They screamed aloud when they saw
the bolts of flashes, the silver rain

And golden rivers all brimful

Ever flowing. Disillusioned as they were

They lost in the sound of jewels in stones

Pearls in sand and rovers on the land

Hands they lost that picked the dust

Of shooting stars, and left with their only arms

Hence they were lost amid the sea of crowds

Headless they worked like bees in the hive

Till their body and soul were alive.

Hearts they lost, they lost their dreams

They lost their horses that lost their screams

They lost their loves they lost their grief

And left with the banknote all in a sheaf.

Ride your horses with your dreams and aspirations

They need be led to the end they desire.

Leave them not till you are able

Keep your horses under you and not in stable.