Flying Ponies

dearest angel without and lover

within the bounds of our mutual and unspoken pact

and shipped beyond

the hemisfearless borders

that modest dancers dare not cross

for groundless whims fondling

earthly inflections of mind and tongue tied to

old wives long gone

with the winded remorse of spent dust

swept aside

nay

ignored by the breathless spirit of a new age

primal and unpretentious

chasing the soul

essence of sharing

the very same Self

we so long to inhabit

laughing innocent as day

knowing all that has come before

I do believe and I do feel from as deep within as I dare

let my spirit go

like a little boy on a big pony

embracing the fantasy

laughing

innocent as day

naive

knowing

all that has come before

the flying pony flies