Kevin Coyne
White Horse
White horse, riding across my mindWearing a band of gold around your hoovesCollecting the stars, the glint of the starsIn your great and empty eyeThe drink I drink is a drink as strong asThe strongest poison in the landRiding on the back of my horse with his golden bandWho catches the stars in his eyeHis great and empty eyeThat had never smiled, never noticed meI would like to think of that he dreamt of meWhen he went to sleep at nightThat he thought I was the special thing in his lifeBut to those great eyes, they see nothingThey don't profess poetryDon't profess insight into meNow I stand on empty manBeside the stable door on the stud farmAnd the green and gray attendantHands me straw, says, "Go feed the horses"You know, of course he's a dreaming talking horseWho wears gold bands around his feetAnd dreams of stars, and dreams of starsIn his empty eye, in his empty eye
From Letras Mania