The horse has fallen
Long live the horse!
In Elysian Fields he will await his
Rider and companion.
Amidst all the one who have came before.
In soft green meadows, and lovely groves
With all the horse who have served so well
Their rider’s wishes.
He will await the bugle’s call that tells him
The one he awaits
Has arrived.
There is then a spot where
the way forks in two directions
A place, which has a sun and stars of its own
Here, in these groves he will
Make his beds near the riverbanks.
Through the day he may
Wander in luminous plains and green valleys
As he waits for the one he serves.
Dedicated to Bärchen
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©
Rexx
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