Don't cry for the horses,
That life has set free,
A million white horses,
Forever to be.
Don't cry for the horses,
Now in Gods hands,
As they dance and they prance,
To a heavenly hand.
They were ours as a gift,
But never to keep,
As they close their eyes,
Forever to sleep.
Their spirits unbound,
On silver wings they fly,
A million white horses,
Against the blue sky.
Look up into heaven,
You'll see them above,
The horses we lost
The horses we loved.
Manes and tails flying,
They gallop through time,
They were never yours,
They were never mine.
Don't cry for the horses,
They will be back someday,
When our time has come,
They will show us the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker,
Close to your ear,
Don't cry for the horses,
Love the ones that are here.
"Somewhere, somewhere . . . in time's own space
There must be some sweet, pastured place
Where creeks sing on - and tall trees grow,
Some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen,
I know great horses live again."
- Stanley Harrison
When I am gone, release me, let me go...
I have so many things to see and do.
You musn't tie yourself to me with your tears,
Be happy that we had so many beautiful years.
I gave to you my love, you can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love each have shown,
But now it's time I travled on alone.
So grieve for me a while if you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a while that we part
So, bless the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a whinny, and say...
"Welcome Home"
Cloud Horses
From Beverly Gray
I hear you call my name out loud
To my pasture the Cumulus cloud
Do not cry for me my friend
I did not die, it's not the end.
My reflections' in the crystal spring
I'm with the song the meadowlark sing
I'll guide you through the rugged ride
Turn a round, I'm at your side.
Look for me on Antelope trail.
Feel me in the Rockies hail.
Breathe me deep the rain on sage.
I'm always there, I do not age.
Hear my nicker to guide you home.
Follow my hooves in the granite stone.
My shelter is the forest tree.
The gate is open, I'm set free.
Ride me bareback though the flow
Of winter wheat in the snow,
Or marble canyon with full moon.
Think of me, I'm endless June.
I'm saddled for you everyday,
To dance Outlaw, I know the way.
Above the glow of Bryce we'll fly.
Remember me, I did not die.