To Fly Without Wings

The gray thunder rolls
In lighting's bright wake:
Its mirrored image on the ground
Is lightning's component
Of flying manes and hooves
And tempest's fierce fire abound.

Friends of the wild wind,
Comrades of the sea,
Their freedom and unrestraint shared,
A horse's true thoughts
Consist of the things
To be fathomed by our minds impaired.

But darkness and shade
Are not the sole brothers
Of this zephyr with earth's ties undone,
Thus they're often seen,
Dancing under blue skies,
Playing eternal tag with the sun.