Horses

Remember when you used to ride your horse and break off the field, your distant gaze, your hand waving... goodbye, my love, goodbye, see you on twenty moons?

I used to hate horses then... they were to me like synonymous of many sleepless nights, crying and praying and asking the gods for your return...

The world has changed and many ages have passed. I don't hope to hear the clatter of horses, no longer the barking of our dogs around you... I don't hate horses anymore...

Since the world has turned on this world it is now, I've learnt to hate planes...