Black Beauty

I thought you were a keeper
But you were a mere keepsake
Of what once was
I thought you a friend for life
Until I awoke one day
And realised
You were never going
To be mine
To have and to hold
So in the end I
Had to let you go
Though you already beat me to it
How this fool wasted tears
Stored them up
All these years
Like pursuing
Black Beauty
A free spirit, untamed
I guess
In the end I’ve but
Myself alone to blame
So I’ll say goodbye
Put your keepsake
Out to dry
Under the unrelenting sun
Out to pasture
My “Black Beauty”
As we walk through life, very few “Black Beauties” are aligned to walk alongside for a lifetime. But there is One Who offers to renew us daily and grant us vision to see the new expressions of Beauty that are ours if we will but see.