Free

Run past the shadowed spires
Of dark, tangled trees.
As His radiant stallion,
Run ahead; bolt free!

Run with trembling legs afire,
Pound on brittle leaves;
Till heavy hooves step upon
Flowing, flowered greens

Run to the Supreme Sire,
Where freedom is known.
Run, run, run relentlessly,
Until you reach home.

A.B. Sarre
2012