Words finally come. Even if incomplete and sparse. Barely formed together, but they come.
I'll probably work on this more at some future point. But this is the natural process. The beginnings. A friend of mine said it is "Automatic Writing" That might not be totally accurate but, for what it's worth...
Familiar Riders
in the distance
a spotted pony awaits
as familiar riders approach
their forms distant at first
yet closer they draw
the sun warms their skin
across the field of golden blooms
at the foot of lavender mountains
while star dust rains down
he runs beside her as she dances
beneath the rain of stars
yes running and dancing
they come
across the expanse of time
to this place of innocence
all is restored
they meet again
the promised reunion
of the spotted pony
and her riders
© Rachelle LeCount
12/16/2012
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I think I may meet a friend later today and catch up on what's been going on in our lives lately. Her church is performing Messiah. That might be uplifting and get me out of the house for a while. We'll see how the morning goes.
