Horsemen on the horizon <br />upon a hill <br />keep looking at me <br />in the distance. <br /> <br />Faces rescued <br />from battles <br />in the past. <br /> <br />Paths without glory <br />seem to come back, <br />expecting an answer? <br /> <br />I dream of birds I can talk to, <br />of greyhounds of long shadows, <br />of angry cats <br />and guitars <br />about to explode. <br /> <br />Melodies I cannot forget <br />hide in my brain. <br />And then the dance <br />in that empty space... <br /> <br />The limelight on a silent chair, <br />the wake up time, <br />another coffee, <br />and miles to drive. <br /> <br />.<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-long-shadows/
