White Horses

We rode on white horses
through suburban castles
through our stained glass
consolement
we partyed and played
til we collapsed
inside our sacred parlor

Making love...
Making friends..

How different were our souls
How we bonded
in oneness
and purity
Not a care in the world
Innocent children
full of radiance and color

full of zest
we loomed and zoomed

We had a great time
That's all!