Horses of the Night

 
In vast meadows
horses gallop free
under the wide, deep blue sky.

In the solitude of the field
the whistles resound
echoing memories of a fruitful time.
Big eyes filled with longing.

That only the lonely soul knows
they feel the absence intensely.
On cold nights the pain doesn't go away.

The wind carries ancient whispers
of days spent next to your loved one.

Now distant how long the paths are
leaving the heart torn apart.
Horses run, shadows in the twilight.
Witnesses of the sadness that invades.

In the company of the wind they chase time.
In the eternal search for serenity.