Muse

Texan on a Saddlebred steed
once lost amongst the reeds.
Now I see the elegant palm
her presence producing calm.

In the sand you have come just to be.
I call upon I am for restraint.
Then come the truthful words thru she
to release my inner constraints.

It pains to see a future she
no longer in these walls breadths.
For you and I just cannot be
close to feel one sweet breath.

by Stefan Pryce

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