Cast Thoughts… Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

Oh, give me a horse, sculpt it out of bronze:
leave magic in a mold cavity,
then shape it into a galloping mustang,
free and wild, escaping gravity…

Entwine the wind with its mane
and let its heart be a butterfly,
then forge golden shoes for its hooves,
near stars and the moon let it fly…

And leave its back saddle free
to make the space for its wings.
Let's listen to its joyful snorting
when into the air it gladly springs…

Oh, give me a horse, sculpt it out of bronze,
so I can feel as free as its heart.
Let cold days and gloom vanish forever
in beauty and power of the art…