Run
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The air lies still, the moon shines bright,
in solitude I run this night.

I left the mountain when this day began,
for the quiet plain where walks no man.

Only the spirit can venture here,
And yours may too, for it feels no fear.

From facet to facet I glide and flow,
prancing and dancing, I speed and slow.

My pace drives the wind, it cools my mane,
my thoughts weave fresh, a clean spring rain.

Staccato hooves, wheel and turn,
scattered above, twinkle and burn.

Interlocking rhythms, so soothing here,
feel the vision, and run, my dear.

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Wm. M. Stewart
23 March 1985