RUNNING TO THE END
Rushing water down a mountainside
We run, we play, we hide.
The air is fresh and clean;
It feels good to breathe.
We run so hard,
Like rushing water
Down a mountainside.
We play so hard,
Like the heat of the day.
We hide so well
We can't find ourselves.
The horse drinks from the river;
He is a beautiful Pinto.
He is thirsty;
The water drips from his mouth.
He drinks again and again.
He pauses to listen.
There is no sound
But the splashing of the water on the bank.
He knows they are coming,
There is no time!
When he was little
He played hard.
Now that he is grown
He must run hard;
He must hide so well
That he can't find himself.
Oh mighty river that flows
From the heart of Mother Earth,
Nourished from the clouds above;
Who roars with mighty power,
Who has the strength to destroy,
Whose gentle touch sets me adrift
In moonlit dreams;
Who nourishes and refreshes my body,
Who cleanses my soul
And washes away my sins:
Let me once again run with you
Down the mountainside
And through the valley below;
Let me run with the wind, the speed,
And the glory of the wild Pinto.
Once again, let your rippling fingers
Caress me as I play
In the heat of the day;
Let us play together
With the fire and zeal of our youth;
When we did not tire
In the heat of the day
And we wished
That the day would last forever.
We have reached the bottom of the mountain,
Oh great one, my brother, my companion.
It has been a good journey old friend.
We have danced on the daylight,
Sparkled in the sun;
And chased moonbeams amidst the stardust.
We ran hard,
We played hard,
And now the pinto has gone
Into the canyon alone.
It has felt good to breathe.
Now the journey has come to an end.
I hear them coming
There is no time!
One last sweet drink old friend,
Then hide me in the depths
Of your clear, cool, crystal being.
Hide me so well
That I won't be able to find myself.
Copyright May 23, 2002 JGO/Spanky Mongo