Clouds Walking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding horses into the night, sky lifting
spirits through stars alight up above.

Sending messages in coded rhythms, pleasing
and tame, nothing to stop them from soaring.

Multiplying as the moon starts shining through
clouds walking along skyways in the dark.

Keeping step with interior measures of music in
times of pleasant emotions.

Feelings being respected in darkness throughout
the world while riding horses into the night.