listen to the music

i listen to the ungarian rhapsody melodious
and melancholic. do i see gipsies on steppe-
horses with mane dancing in the wind?

on the white arabic kid in sideway you sit
waving your hair, golden knot fully in galop
like horses hop, though on the head.

far away on horizon i see you waving to
the still life flashing under trampling hoofs
and limited by grains of desert-sand

leaving behind lonely marks of horseshoes
for me giving direction, finger-posts for
the longings and desires at the rim