White Horse

White horse, riding across my mind

Wearing a band of gold around your hooves

Collecting the stars, the glint of the stars

In your great and empty eye

The drink I drink is a drink as strong as

The strongest poison in the land

Riding on the back of my horse with his golden band

Who catches the stars in his eye

His great and empty eye

That had never smiled, never noticed me

I would like to think of that he dreamt of me

When he went to sleep at night

That he thought I was the special thing in his life

But to those great eyes, they see nothing

They don't profess poetry

Don't profess insight into me

Now I stand on empty man

Beside the stable door on the stud farm

And the green and gray attendant

Hands me straw, says, "Go feed the horses"

You know, of course he's a dreaming talking horse

Who wears gold bands around his feet

And dreams of stars, and dreams of stars

In his empty eye, in his empty eye