All the Pretty Horses

They sit together in the morning light they wait for it to fade away, the dark Sitting against the saddles, drinking their coffee They are no longer stuck behind the glass They have traveled through the window on horses and placed on their heads their hats He, in the disappearing dark, remembers riding with his father on the horses For the last time, behind the glass Sharing a table and talking over their coffee on their knees sit their hats The Sun, through the window, the only source of light They sit and talk and sip their coffee You still seeing that Barnett girl, he says as outside men ride on horses They ride on into the light while he is in the dark, encased in glass And on their knees still rest the hats Now on their heads their hats In the saddle, ready to ride away on the horses As they are leaving, they have no coffee and they break through the glass Rawlins, John Grady, ride into the light of the dawn as away fades the dark They ride away and become one being, with their horses and on their heads their hats together as one in the light with their blankets and their coffee free from the dark, from the ever encasing glass Sitting there now under the trees, with cold coffee and saddling up the horses, they get ready to ride further away from the glass there is no longer the threats from the dark only the adventure calling them to the light, they ride on without fear, wearing their hats And they ride with the horses, their perfectly fitted hats further from the dark, the glass To the light and the next cup of coffee