VILENICA
Three Poems by Gary Lawless

I was dreaming of horses, gathering,
white beyond the mist -
I can hear them breathing.
I was dreaming of a cave, a refuge and
deep below us, a river,
from which rises
a song of many voices,
in the old tongues,
singing from the heart
of the earth.

Let me taste the sweet hay
breath of horses, lingering
in the cold cave air,
then rest, with my heart
at peace, singing.