Galloping Free

White horses gallop free

manes of spray

whisked away in the wind

Wave upon wave

of equine splendour

speeding by

mouths foaming

fountains of salt water

blown from their backs

as the sea rolls

and churns

and each swell

crashes to the beach

with the thunder

of a thousand hooves.

Yet the sound

never ending

as the herd continues

to run wild

unfettered

un broken.

A tide of midnight stallions

and mares of the darkest of grey

stampede across the bay

white manes whipped

ever pursued

by the wailing wind.