Wind horses

I feel wind horsesin the trees neighingmessages from highestbranch as windows runheavens tears, I snapfingers, check pulse,feel beat of heart fordissolution let the light in,only then can I decidethat love’s grown toomany weeds, and there isno harvest. Music glistenson the walls, lyrics turn toanecdotes and this momentcongeals like dried bloodsomehow so red and vibrantin the starting.Tomorrow’s in the children’seyes light dancing from thestreet to meet them, and maybeyesterday has gathered up theyears thrown them to appearas trees with spirits in the wind:light listening.