42. It Has Continued!

Goodbye, Darren, my old friend
You were a horsey to the end
You softly galloped on your sweet hooves
The bravest friend that we could ever lose
I have a vision, of you nibbling on some hay
In the sky
Within the barn of silence

In restless dreams you trot alone
Narrow fields of mud and stone
‘Neath the halo of Rostov’s lamp
You turned your collar to the Smurfs and ham
When your eyes were stabbed by the flash of a cannon’s light
That split the night
And shook the barn of silence

And in the naked light you saw
Ten thousand horses, maybe more
Horses talking without speaking
Horses hearing without listening
Horses writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the barn of silence

“Hruff,” said you, “You do not know
Silence like hay only grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my hooves that I might reach you.”
But his words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the barn of silence

And the horses bowed and prayed
To the Smurf based god they made
And the Papa wrote out his warning
In the words that he was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the horses
Are written on the wattle’s walls
And palace halls
And whispered in the barn of silence.”