Sisna

Chevauchée

at least I can watch a fallen leaf fleeting finale
     an eerie scheme proposed by nature's alley 

               in line with its starry wheat

now I gallop in hymn along atop my Arles
and listen to the silent gear of grief's beast

          free as could be
          we gallop and stream

with every feat, the heart's hooves skip a beat
     a bit of sweat shudders my wrist seam

               in line with its wicked sting

unlike wind, the parting closes then forces might
     the best of wit was the rise of shine

               in line with its spirit wisp

for I had climbed by and by before the heat
yet in company, I tether to a humble knee
as they fall, I falter a stall for another

          free as could be
          we gallop and stream

each thought an image of wonder crimes
each time a tied tithe where ponder cries

at that stop, did we hear movement fear?
the wind muscled the earth to drop 
     a double eye match stayed forced
     focus forward our together heel

my churned chest wines and dines
the sun of truth mined epithet mused

mealing the fire with a scored bruise
     illuminated iris called irony moon

               in line with its welcome spring

          free as could be
          we gallop and stream

Good morning becomes the garden's bloom