When the Leaves Fall

May 12, 2011
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There is a Golden Horse.
The one that doesn't wait, but looks on
Before he runs.
When the leaves fall
We'll come undone.

There is a Golden Horse.
He dances for me, heels to the sky.
On the morrow
Return to me.
Take away my sorrow.

There is a Golden Horse.
In the fields, below the rolling hills
He chases air
And blue swallows.
No derby can compare.

He thinks that no one owns him
Foreign from bits, halters, and all.
But I know that he will miss me
When the leaves fall.

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