Richard Dawson Rilis Single yang Berjudul HORSE AND RIDER

Kapanlagi.com - Our breath mingles in the stable gloom
as you attire me by a spoke of moon
Bridle across my face and bit between my teeth

Through the mews a-crackle with frost,
led by the reins down shadowy backlanes

From the village still at-dream we fly,
cow silhouettes and starlit molehills sailing by

Leaving behind a rose horizon frozen in place,
you lean forward in the saddle to embrace
I wonder if my lady knows there's no way back
to the world from which she was born? And that the only way out
is forward and down?

Along weed burst motorways we tear
past the tangle silence of our emptied cities

Over unseen churning seas we go
Never ending passage through the cold and dark