Wild Horse (The Poem Song)

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I like to call you my wild horse  And feed you silver sage  I'd like to paint my poems with  desert tongued clay across her back  And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind  Through green and wild Kentucky I'd like to make you my secret song  Blaze and dark and red in the orchards  And I would steal away to watch the way  Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana  My lover in the oceans of the world  I'd make you... of children  And I would scatter you across my green memories of home  I'd make you my hungry valley  And sow your golden fields and wheats my own If I were a painter  I would paint you with this note  Silver traces on your skin  And if I were a writer  I would write these words on your back  In desert tongue clay, deep in (your wind?) I'd make you my secret song  Blazing in the orchard  And I would steal away  To watch the way your silver belly  Bends and bows beneath me I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana  Make you my lover in the oceans of the world  I'd make you my calico children  And I would scatter you across my green memories of home  I'd be your hungry valley  And I'd sow your golden fields of wheat my own If I were a writer  I would make you my wild horse  I'd paint you silver sage and  Ride you savagely through green wild country (???) Swedish verses And you are the rose on my alter  I worship you eternally in flight  Like the wave ? I'll dip you in these praises like cobwebs  And watch them....?  For your hair is the rain  And it soaks across the continents of my skin  These hands that worship you so completely You see this woman standing before you  Naked and seared, true of intent,  I don't need you  I want you near For you are my love  You are my flower of the sun  You are my lover for all time  You wake in the morning  For your sun(flowers?)  You wake in the morning  With your kiss I'll be your hungry valley  And sow your golden fields of wheat...? And you are the rose on my alter  I worship you eternally in flight  Like the wave ? You be my calico children  I'll scatter you across my green memories of home

Wild Horse (The Poem Song) Written by Jewel Kilcher