Sweet Music Poem by Jason Page

Quite florescent mist lingers after the rain
our mounts are quaking about the wind
The breeze when it blows is full of the salt of tears
They sense the incoming storm
Tenderfoot I feed them carrots pat them calm
Sweet music wills me towards you
Your stare transparent in my eyes
Me an urchin in your mirrors reflection
Dark and peaceful among the dream
The land is cracked and dried like the heart of wicked
I saddle my horse ready to ride
I shiver at the night's air
You got me scattered in pieces
shining like stars and screaming
lighting me up like Venus
Playing your same sized violin.