MOMENTS
A million stars are out tonight,
a million more burn out of sight.
Our world is bathed in radiant light;
and we are all witness to its might.
What, then, is Time? Who of us can say?
No-one knows, at the end of the day.
One by one we will surely decay;
our lives, like seconds, just tick away.
A thousand years, they will come and go,
yet, still, none of us shall ever know
why some seeds perish, while others grow;
we can only accept it is so.
Who can tell what days may become,
cold as the moon or hot as the sun?
What you do now, it soon will be done;
moments, like sparks, flash bright - then are gone.
IF I HAD A HORSE
If I had a horse
I'd set out at dawn,
when sunlight sifts
the morning grey,
and by the time
the sky was bright,
the light was sure,
I'd be galloping hard and free.
And there, the mountains.
Beyond, the sea!
Somewhere, out of view,
a distant feel of blue.
For a thousand miles or more
we'd thunder over the land,
embrace our green tomorrows,
leave yesterday behind.
And, always, the sun would shine,
a bright shower in the morning;
in evening a golden gleam.
And, deep in the night, I'd taste
the sweet taste of the earth
and feel the tang of cold air.
In starlight I would know
what it means just to breathe;
beneath a silver halo I'd know
just what it means to be free.
If I had a horse.
Stuart McFarlane is now semi-retired. He taught English for many years to asylum seekers in London. He has had poems published in a few online journals.
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