My Mare

My mare runs wild in the wind,
She lowers her head and acknowledges me as a friend.

A rainbow of colors twinkling in her eyes,
we are old souls underneath the night sky.

I lay my head upon her bare neck,
a trust we share as the stars flicker-fleck.

Sleeping as soundly as a baby,
in the dewy grass laying next to my lady.

~Dedicated to Jill, my dear old friend, her passion for horses has created a sacred bond.