Pony Eyes

Brian The Naybours

Pony eyes are the oceanic constellations of sad dreams

The diffused light of reborn stars

Her breath is the moons wind

Her ears are the fern tendrils of a primeval forest

Her belly is the rustle of nocturnal animals underground

Hooves of granite escarpment

Mobile statues of time and forgotten history

Her coarse hair are tug of war ropes

In jaunty ceremonial games

Laid down in peace

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