Trinity Poem by Blackie Brown

Toss your hair out the window, trust me, i'm on my way,
you need more than a room in that tower,
I couldn't bare it, will come whisk you off to play.
Borrowed a white horse for the journey, ideal for jumping fences,
galloping through fields, skipping through streams,
delivering dreams.
I've named him Snowstorm, as in operation, we're on a mission together, bounding through the heather, in search of love forever.

I'm supposed to have him back by Tuesday, but they, like he,
don't appreciate, don't recognise what's brought to the plate,
so i'm taking him with us.
He'll run as freely as we think, bounding through the meadows in unbalanced measure, tasting in the air in a way that he treasures.

Did initially plan to bribe the guards, then I thought i'll just ignore them.
If they'll still not accept the truth and give you up, i'll take off my chainmail glove and work them about, inform them of their errors as i'm slapping them around.
Sometimes violence is neccessary to restore the peace, not what Ghandi would say though he lost in the end - he'll have to forgive me for not buying into his philosophy entirely. I do believe in what he had to say, just think there may be times when I have to act in another way.

We'll stop off for a picnic on the way back, be about time for a little snack. Taking afternoon tea by the stream i'll show you what I mean when I say that Boatmans are my favourite aquatic insect, for the way they move, I sometimes try to mimic them when i'm in the mood.
Then i'll find a frog, grasshopper and a dragonfly, examine their uniqueness under the pure blue sky. We'll take off our shoes and race them downstream, catching them before they float into the river.

By nightfall we'll be at the coast, talking of which day we like the most, come to the conclusion they're all the same, pitch another topic, start out again.

When it rains we'll get under Snowstorm, he likes the rain, he'll keep us safe from harm, he's a hardy fellow, grew up on a farm.
We'll throw a blanket over his back so that it hangs down either side, a perfect place to hide from the rain whilst sleeping on the plain. Of course in the morning we'll make him breakfast to say thanks. Don't wish to take advantage now, we are all equal parties after all.

Where we go from here i've not a clue, couldn't really care mind as i've got you, whilst you have me and Snowstorm too, as I have him and he has you.

We could return to the tower one day, plant some explosives and blow it away? Let's not though I think. If everyone's free to adjust, may detract from the romance that garnishes us. My current perception of love is based around thus.