The
horses are gathering together
out
there in the dark
over on the other side of the field.
Once the fog comes in, they will float up
into the clouds and drift high above us
and look down on us as we lay in our beds.
They will listen to our prayers
and look in on our dreams.
Later they will guide us back from the land of our regrets.
And in the morning, the field where they
once grazed will be empty,
and any sign of them will be gone.
over on the other side of the field.
Once the fog comes in, they will float up
into the clouds and drift high above us
and look down on us as we lay in our beds.
They will listen to our prayers
and look in on our dreams.
Later they will guide us back from the land of our regrets.
And in the morning, the field where they
once grazed will be empty,
and any sign of them will be gone.
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