He tried to see red and blue horses galloping across a plain, but the horses would not come. His wife was crying by his side. He thought if he saw them he would live to see another day. It was a full moon night in April, and the willows were about to bud. He tried to see red and blue horses, but something else appeared instead.
He was in a room without walls. A door opened into light. He stepped across the threshold into air. He had lost his arms and legs and feet. He floated without wings. He turned around. In the distance was a woman weeping by an empty bed.
