In the Paddock

Wishing so much
of simple things that others have.
I wander my paddock
and kick gently at the gates to nirvana.
Looking beyond
at lovers laid amidst the greenest grass.
Freedom so close
a breath upon visiting errant zephyr.

And outside
waiting patiently beyond the fences of guilt.
Are all promises
all dreams fulfilled and love requited.
Looking in
past the fences drawn upon the ground.
She waits for me
near understanding of the cages I have built

Wishing for courage
to leap and soar beyond these constrains.
I close my eyes
and ponder my incongruous resources.
Building speed
rage the impetus to my galloping prayer
To leap and crash
once more to lie in eternal guilty wreckage

And still she loves
the impossible dream of wind in hair
astride the stallion
magnificent in my wild power and gentle empathy
Never seeing
the broken chains that I hold together
Nor realising
she is one more guilty link upon my twisted mind.