Black Stallion

I often ride a beautiful black stallion

Gentle as its strength can be

Grazing the pain, secretly ridded in my heart

And I run, run…

Eagerly anticipating for an answer

I often ride a beautiful black stallion

Own deranged endurance

A constant shadow unconscious in my dreams

And I run, run…

Forgetting all unclear facts through

The serenity of my horse.

I often ride a beautiful black stallion

Through forbidden roads

Exploiting infinities of love

Saddle graciously…

I often ride a beautiful black stallion

Shining a light…

Dazzling thru the magic forest

Dreaming subtle in a vast field of white lilies

I run…run….run.

Jade da Rocha