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The Night the Horses
Run
 Darkness fell thick upon the sky
The night the horses ran
On the rugged slopes of the mountain
Toward the plains, towards the sea.
We heard the horses galloping
Through the storm's thunder and lightning,
Through the deafening sounds of the rain
On the tin roof of the house.
Then, for an
instant we saw them,
When lightning struck,
As they passed in front of our window,
Three white horses with gleaming eyes
Manes streaming in the wind
Gliding through the darkness, necks erect
Across the wooded mountain slopes.
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 Inside the house all
things were simple then,
Life was easy,
Until the night the horses run.
We passed the time behind glass mountains
Resting our thoughts in deep, deep silence
Wearing the sun and the wind on our bodies
Staring through the window of time,
The great sea glistening with memories
Reflections of clear, easy days,
Daybreak after daybreak,
Sunset after sunset,
With mouthfuls of laughter,
Flowers around our necks,
Murmuring, murmuring, countless, dreamy songs.
 Ah ! What Beauty! what
dreams
What fires in our hearts
What yearnings for the sea,
What secret yearnings for the sea.
Life was so simple then,
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Until the
night the horses ran.
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© 2000 George Pararas-Carayannis
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