La Pluie Des Chevaux Morts
In rain
They dance
To the fall of gumdrops
To seldom return
It is here
Wisps remain
Adrift like winter bees in the air
To someday reform
Gather in pods
To bypass the dew
Like primeurs
In a famine of candy leeches
In eves
Of nectarous midsummer
They march by my house
yearning me to awake
Years pass
Still dreaming
They never come by
For I never awoke
In all these years
I missed my wedding
I left her waiting on a caravan trail
Writer/s: La Cachette