This poem has deep meaning to it, but it is not direct, so just interpret it however you'd like :) My point of the poem was: White horses represent Love, which basically rules over everything. The woman in the poem is an angel, but since she has not fulfilled her share of love, she falls to the ground as a mortal, seeing how Earth is quite a pitiful place at times. Using the Chain of Being concept, it's rearranged so that Love is the King, followed by angels, animals, mortals, the Earth itself, and hatred. But if that's too confusing, just read and enjoy ;)
February 16, 2009- Olga Taratuta
Clouds, as silky as a kitten’s coat
As broiling as the cackling log fireplace
Meandering on clouds
Such a remarkable feeling
Eagles spreading their wings below her
The starry universe illuminated above her
Flawless white horses, galloping to and fro
Bold tails lashing and piercing
The clouds oh-so delicate below
Pelting their hooves
Heaven is quaking
Universe out of control
The full, round moon shimmering
Behind the white horses’ glow
Gracious to admire
Barbaric at the heart
The clouds split apart
She falls to the ground
To the asphalt and scrap
White beasts have made their point
They dominate the heavens
Control the blue sky
When they cry, rain dampens the Earth
And when a white horse stampede comes along
Thunder clashes the ground, oh-so sly
We are all angels
Slit by the clouds
White horses so very divine
February 16, 2009- Olga Taratuta
Clouds, as silky as a kitten’s coat
As broiling as the cackling log fireplace
Meandering on clouds
Such a remarkable feeling
Eagles spreading their wings below her
The starry universe illuminated above her
Flawless white horses, galloping to and fro
Bold tails lashing and piercing
The clouds oh-so delicate below
Pelting their hooves
Heaven is quaking
Universe out of control
The full, round moon shimmering
Behind the white horses’ glow
Gracious to admire
Barbaric at the heart
The clouds split apart
She falls to the ground
To the asphalt and scrap
White beasts have made their point
They dominate the heavens
Control the blue sky
When they cry, rain dampens the Earth
And when a white horse stampede comes along
Thunder clashes the ground, oh-so sly
We are all angels
Slit by the clouds
White horses so very divine
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