Riding The Spirit Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

He rides among the highways
where dawn has strewn her veils
his mane blends into sunsets
his hooves leave clouds as trails

The spirit of this stallion
cannot be bridled, tamed
nor corralled by the mighty
the rich or lords of fame

But when the moon is sleeping
and can't be seen one night
there comes a gentle neighing
to him who lost the fight

Soon that poor lad is riding
the steed all poets claim
and it no longer matters
that he has failed life's game

When riding on that stallion
embraced by dawn's fair veils
and touched by stars at twilight
bliss paves a newfound trail.