Noose

At birth, a mustang knows what waits for her:

A country, wild and free,

An eagle soaring overhead

That dares with wings so broad.

The promises the river rapids sing,

The voices of the wind,

All tempt her heart to run.

As time goes on, a noose is caught around her neck,

Constricting, choking, sucking breath.

The bright horizon tempts,

But ropes as thick as mud ensnare.

Come running, wield your knife

And free this wanting soul

That stares, so desperate, to

The mountaintops against the setting sun.

Just give her what she needs:

The sun, the sky, the wind, one chance

To make it on her own

The way she wants to run.

Allow the girl her world, and you will find

A lover's rapid heart will come in consonance.