To Horses

To horses, to horses, to horses,

Of course.

I know the joy of horses,

of course.

Trot through my dreams,

Dance in my eyes,

Over the wall to the other side.

They carry us all, they do not deny;

My horses, my horses, my horses,

Of course.

Winter

Winter is a reminder to humankind

what a cold place this world can be.

Without the fertileness of the Earth,

the warmth of the Sun,

we are all but frozen souls

in a barren land.

DREAM

I call to you each night I sleep

When you are far and out of reach.

Still, in the dark in my mind’s eye

I reach for you and wonder why

Your face I see, your breath I feel

Your words, your eyes, they all seem real.

And when the morning light doth come

I wonder if my thoughts will run

Carry all I feel to you

And keep you safe and warm and true.

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