"Running Horse"

He runs
swift like wind
sheds worries and cares
like some dead, sickly skin
He tries to be one
with the elements
They reject him
fearing his independence
His spirit touches the sky
celestial light bathes him
They smile now but mourn
the day his essence dims
O running wind 
douse not this flame
Oh my fragile champion
I wish I could stay the same
He runs now
in spirit if not body
Remembering things lost
back when he was free