Black, Black, Black, Black Trust/Poetry/Friends Series

Black, Black, Black, Black Trust

I know trust,

like loving, spinning locks,

of a thundering horse's locks,

filled with curled hair,

which takes up the,

entire scene of

the ride of trust.

I know that trust can,

visit me in swirls,

of the hair of a,

dark beauty,

like a pounding animal.

Beautiful black steed

whose magic hair

portrays trust.

A fairy's queen perhaps,

hovers in a crevice,

somewhere casting,

her spell on its mane-

Oh what a grand, wondrous creature,

rests between my legs,

as he carries us onward,

onward, and to the,

land where I will,

lie down to rest,

to provide fodder,

for my chauffer.

Trust stares at me,

through his glinting,

marbles pouring out,

from his lovely mask.

Horse has a lovely

mask of black,

like a canvas,

thrown all the way down

from the vast sky.

God has made,

a pact with me,

with this trust creature.

Black, black, black surrounds me,

my face is brushed with it,

marvelous, shining coat,

mane that shields everything with fire-strength,

animal of strength, and wonder.

His mane must be enchanted,

and his eyes-

to stare at me

with such trust,

must be made

with the fine hand,

of God.

This is a trust creature which I ride.

All of this black beauty . . .

                                                                         he- trusts me.



                                                                      Dedicated to Lily