Gallop my heart
it speeds
Through the
rampant night
To the rank
of flight
To the
whistle of a mistral’s
Burst and
blow.
Gallop my
heart it swells
Oh undisciplined
gait
In the
endless wait
To the
rearing up
And heady
flow.
Gallop our
heart’s eternal
Saddled to
dawn
Though tattered
and torn
We are
mended.
Gallop oh
gallop and gallop
Again…
To the when
To the wild
To that timeless
Beauty
We
Call
Love.
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