The Horse

More and more The horse walks in the house Through the front door More and more More and more What used to be forbidden, is the norm More and more I'm just a pattern of lights and darks to her You are a sailboat Sailing through sparks of sunny water to her Yes, I am sure The horse recognizes your astounding, everlasting beauty We must bow our heads To get in and out of what we're living in Rule of thumb Bow before all Before none