Stallion's Tale Poem by Michel Angelo

You are the first stroke
On the canvas of my soul
when I am awake at dawn
With you I hold a divine bond
Oh! ! My beloved yearling
Time and again I look at your face
Shy and down with upward gaze
one thousand butterflies take instant flight
Miss my yearling, every time you're out of my sight.
Without knocking you entered my soul
because you're so special and I know it's true.
You brought a streak of light from distant cloud
I smiled again and I owe that to you.
Your existence lightens my day
and now I would like to say
how the yearling fills the heart of a stallion
that was bleeding for ages.
The black stallion grows his little yearling
with his desired dream! !
To make a mustang from the trotting one
And she gallops behind the hills.
At the wake of dawn
Stallion watches with pride
His mustang trots and trots
and then gallop far away with grace

His day of return to the clouds has come
And now he trots there fearless.
What is left behind him are Two drops of pearl tears
from his deep black snake eyes.