A Poem By E // 5/24/2009

Poem two


Wind stings your eyes
Your hair
Whips back behind you
You run at the speed of sound

Carrying on beneath you
The rush
Nothing else exists

His ropey mane
You hold
His long stride
You feel

You are in sync
You are one
You only feel
Each other

He stops
You stop with him
He trembles as he neighs
A mighty trumpet call

Under the midnight sky
Thousands of hooves run towards you
Is all you feel

You hug
His mighty neck
You stroke
His dappled wither

Is this all you need?
Asks he, the mighty horse you ride
“Yes,” is your answer
“This is all I need.”


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