The man in the black room sat alone,
the door locked to keep out the pain.
A boy on a horse came galloping
through the wall in white smoke.
They trotted around, a child\'s pure laughter
radiating through light neighs, and an
invisible wind appeared to flow through
the boy\'s hair.
They stopped in front of the man, both staring
intently, as if they were listening to his silence.
The man tilted his head forward as tears fell.
The boy climbed down from his stallion,
his light clothing flapping gently as he walked.
He reached out and took the man\'s hand in his,
and they disappeared.