Witness
Have you seen her in the mornings
Flowing through the dawning sky?
Have you craned your neck back backwards
As she rises, rises high?
Have you seen her break the cloudscape
With a crack of flashing hooves?
Have you seen her race the lightning
And as it thinks to strike her, move?
Have you ever heard her laughter
As it breaks the quiet down?
Have you ever heard her whispers
As they’re heard by all around?
Have you smelt the sweat roll off her
At the end of a long day?
Have you tried the food she’s tasted:
Tried the oats and tried the hay?
Have you ever touched her, ever?
Have you ever held her form?
Held her chest, and felt her breathing?
Held her close, and felt reborn.
Or are you just a lost dreamer
Dreaming dreams you know won’t come.
One whose dreams are never-ending:
Never real, and never done.