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Wild Horse (The Poem Song)


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I like to call you my wild horse 
And feed you silver sage 
I'd like to paint my poems with 
desert tongued clay across her back 
And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind 
Through green and wild Kentucky

I'd like to make you my secret song 
Blaze and dark and red in the orchards 
And I would steal away to watch the way 
Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me

I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana 
My lover in the oceans of the world 
I'd make you... of children 
And I would scatter you across my green memories of home 
I'd make you my hungry valley 
And sow your golden fields and wheats my own

If I were a painter 
I would paint you with this note 
Silver traces on your skin 
And if I were a writer 
I would write these words on your back 
In desert tongue clay, deep in (your wind?)

I'd make you my secret song 
Blazing in the orchard 
And I would steal away 
To watch the way your silver belly 
Bends and bows beneath me

I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana 
Make you my lover in the oceans of the world 
I'd make you my calico children 
And I would scatter you across my green memories of home 
I'd be your hungry valley 
And I'd sow your golden fields of wheat my own

If I were a writer 
I would make you my wild horse 
I'd paint you silver sage and 
Ride you savagely through green wild country

(???) Swedish verses

And you are the rose on my alter 
I worship you eternally in flight 
Like the wave ?

I'll dip you in these praises like cobwebs 
And watch them....? 
For your hair is the rain 
And it soaks across the continents of my skin 
These hands that worship you so completely

You see this woman standing before you 
Naked and seared, true of intent, 
I don't need you 
I want you near

For you are my love 
You are my flower of the sun 
You are my lover for all time 
You wake in the morning 
For your sun(flowers?) 
You wake in the morning 
With your kiss

I'll be your hungry valley 
And sow your golden fields of wheat...?

And you are the rose on my alter 
I worship you eternally in flight 
Like the wave ?

You be my calico children 
I'll scatter you across my green memories of home

Wild Horse (The Poem Song)
Written byJewel Kilcher