Blue Horses.

Blue horses came out of the sea last night.

Their hooves made shapes in the sand which spoke 

in Arabian symbols and scents.

They wandered into town on the

cobbled streets and stood

under lanterns lit by nuns made of fog.

You came close, then,

having approached for a million years.

You came close enough to dance

and we danced

like mayflies caught in a globe of disappearing dreams.

Blue horses came out of the sea last night,

muscular and graceful, uncaring

whether I loved you, though I did.

I have a refracted vase

where I saved what I saw in your eyes

that made me love you,

that made the sea roll sleepily

and the stars play wooden flutes, then go silent.

Blue horses came out of the sea last night, and though

it has happened often before,

we made them forget their way,

become lost,

and cry for the pastures they carry in their minds.

Forever now, we will follow their symbols and scents,

each of us separately,

blindly, carrying bridles we made from sand.

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for Day 8 and Sunday Muse #50.