Avalon

Softly the hooves rose and fell
barely touching the ground under their spell
Riders of light were borne aloft
Wings were beating lightly and soft

Spirits of horses live and play
On higher planes of energy each day
Connected to physical beings on earth
Beings who need special care from birth

Horses speak through their hearts and eyes
Only heard by those quiet enough to cry
For all the sins committed against these steeds
Who can only love without hate indeed

They are what is left of noble races
Who lived here long ago without any traces
These beings were noble and true without fear
And lived forever here for years and years
At the fall of man these creatures decided
To serve and protect their masters unbridled
To do what they asked without wanting a thing
Except love, a soft hand, and fields to run without wings
They need us now, these noble beings
For we have betrayed them and torn off their wings
We must provide a place for them to heal
And regain their pride and strength of will.

AVALON, AVALON is the place they may heal
A mystical place of care, love made real
Where hearts can mend and souls recover
And hands can caress health back into another.

There is hope for us all in such places as this
Where protection is granted to all with such bliss
And healing is given without asking or plea
For that is AVALON, to heal you and me.

Gray Robinson