A single horse of power head,shoulder,leg and flank
pouring one’s expression,galloping the oldest roads.
Yes,remarkable how words and fragrance can control
the outcome..How the blood from a pen can set lovers
free,emotions leaps from each crinkled page.Tears pull
back and then they fall.The heart pauses then the soul
opens,a place where proclamations ring the loudest.
A place where the expose’of fears are conquered.
Desperation carries no greater weights in it’s flight.
Reality of possibility surely can shine.The truth can
sting as does death.Love once dead takes a resuscitated
breath and another.Future happiness does not have to
wait.All these things exist when you read the love
Todays best new poem was written by William Blackman.