Windhorses- byVeronica Aldous
Each time they move, the vajra shivers
Diamond manes shake the sky they roam in
Their collective thunder is the sound
Of emotions hidden deep in an amphora
Heart-energy, blood-energy they live in us
We try to hide their manifestations
They are seen as ungoverned, ungovernable
Black-white, piebald, Palomino
Children know them best, hold their hands
Up to touch the dust from their arrival
Watch them pass as incomplete music
Shaking at their alien power.
All rights reserved Veronica Aldous 2015
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