Without His Horse Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Wandering
worlds, winds, wishes
haunting of ails, yin, yang, mind
and mystery … battles of forgiveness
arising, this dazed in emptiness; one
believing the tide is lost in a strange
knowledge, of what will surely be
in hopeless souls, the bellowing
calling unanswered and hiding
on that one day when the
dark will shine upon a
world where home
rests and resides
without colour
prayer and tears
awakening a knight
without his horse …