RainingHorse falls at the finish line

His fighting spirit broken lands again inside the unspoken
Kindness of strangers, who unknowingly forget to hide, begin to follow,

The goose becomes the swallow, is nesting in Colorado canyon lands
My universe is falling into your hands, then gentle, then firm

I cannot fight I cannot squirm away from you my prayer,
Encased in sweet mystery when all has grown old and bare, across my head

and down my shoulders where the simple wrapping rests,
Nothing unto the swallow but a feather for her nest.

(part 5 of the RainingHorse song cycle, slated for completion June 11, 2014.)