requiem

     By Christopher Bowman
                                 

The witching hour has past
....Deliver me access the river to where the wild mustangs run

Let me be one with them forever joined

spirits soaring in rhythmic run

one made of many

The earth trembling beneath our mighty will

Withers in wind

Hearts thunder

Fire burning within

Deliver me access the river to where the wild mustangs run

To where my heart gallops free with the spirit of greatness

Where time at last no longer bridles and my soul can rest in eternal run

Deliver me across the river to where the wild mustangs run

Together we will run the pasture lands

across the heavens

and rain down thunder

to those we love and leave behind....