Red Horses In The Air Poem by Stuart Knapp

In the morning
I am waiting
I'll be different
In the morning

Watching your eyes
Slowly closing
When I kissed you
In the morning

The sound of your voice
In my room
We were breathing
Quiet respite
Burning in my chest

Your heart still beats
In my hand then I saw yours
Touching my life
In the morning

Color like a sun filled emerald
Your eyes warming me
Touching souls
In my winter

The back of my fingers
Tickling your cheek
Sudden tremors
Stained glass windows

Church Street without you
Alone in the night
I linger in that moment
Raspberry dreamlike

Red horses at the gate
Riding through the air
Peaceful in my hands
Taking the dare
In the morning

I am waiting
I'll be different
In the morning
I will wake up

Tossing lightly
In Thursday's dawn
I knew the meaning
When morning has come and gone