And the horses cried

White Desert,Egypt 1997 Photo by Ian Whitney

And the horses cried
Their limbs raised high against the rising wall of flames
It was the season of the storms of fire
Ravaging a land screaming for water

And the horse cried
As the rain pelted their coats
Their manes flying out through the air
Declaring their freedom

The horses cried
They broke the walls
They broke the fences
They found the green grass
And cooled their raging fears

And the horses cried
Why?
And who could hear?
Who could bear witness to their triumph?
Who knew what they had done?
Who would tell the stories…
When all had fallen silent beneath
The raging storms of fire and the torrential peace of rain….?

Who would know what had happened?
And, the horses cried…

~ by debussytime on September 6, 2011.