Give Them the Reins

Bernadine Lortis

With age night rides in faster
leaves shadowed light behind
gathers reins of white-maned steeds
prods us to probe our deepest dreams
for there we gallop as we´re meant
in ever darker landscape´s reign
with nothing left but memory
to aid erasure of spent deeds
and grievances of threadbare years
to guide us through to what remains.