The Grey One Walks Everywhere, Until He Flies

The grey rider

Walked alongside, his friend

A horse glistens red

The fresh blood of his wounds, his travels

Pain swept away as he smiles

We live!

Thank you, Master….

In the vague light of a gathering morning

Still dreaming

It seems…. he saw

The breath

Leave him, as it

Becomes clear

I am…. I am

“You are what?” Said his still slightly drunken companions from the evening before

Oh…. nothing

My friends

White Horse- Peace

Red Horse- Love

Black Horse- Existence

Clear Horse- Truth