I feel the warm back of a bay horse,
Running swiftly under me,
I look ahead, between her ears,
At the paths that wind on endlessly.
I feel her soft mane brushing,
Up against my face,
I lean upon her neck,
Ready for a race,
The paths they keep on changing,
But I don’t care a bit,
Sometimes the sun is shining,
Sometimes the stars are it.
There’s something magical,
About this bond, this place, this time,
And suddenly, I wake,
And find that I am crying.
I pull Lilly close to me,
My soft and plushy bay,
And watch a tear fall on her back,
There’s nothing left to say.
In the morn after a lovely dream,
Of hopes and wishes gone,
I watch rainbow tears fall down,
Sparkling in the dawn.
