Transcendant Rider

Rolling, rising, fog is climbing, over hilltops, forest blanket, blowing upward for the sky.
Flowing clouds are driven upslope, peaking, cresting, then they’re falling, clouds are gravity’s prisoner, too.
Slipping downward, ever faster, water’s sliding, creek or fog bank.
Streaming, crashing down through forest, here is Rider on the current.
Clouds are rushing, capes and tresses, bouncing, flowing, stallion’s steps.
Up once more to distant hilltops, pounding, climbing, flowing further, cresting peak and slide again.
Horseman’s diving, leathers follow, reins are ribbons in the eddies.
Fabric flowing, saddle’s blankets, wind blown prisoners, following, chasing, changing cloud shapes.
Image fading, coming, going, mist is rider, hooves for gusts and visions fading.
Rising, falling, down the hillside, misty stallion, rider’s fading, rippling cape in flowing eddies.
Over hilltop, down the gullies, transcendent rider, down the canyon, home to sea.
Gravity’s prisoner, mist or current, Mother beckons, sea is anchor.