I ended Easter with you
dancing across your weathered Whiteness, all aglow
whinney traveling across the Stillness
to end in the galloping Air.
You so enhance me to
Fall, desire unknown,
to new limits . . .
all askew, not as agile as you,
as your Youth lends itself to unbridled madness.
You reach skyward, and on
the way back down, acknowledge me
to come romp with you
in the evening
Time passes . . . at first
you succumbed to me and liked it,
as huge as you are,
small leaps in my aura you abounded:
A White Horse
trying to Know Me Forever, and I loved
you as though it had been.
But you stopped calling me
to come out to play,
I will always miss your shaking mane and
So I gave you up to
someone who could bridle that Spirit
and I still think about how you once
tried to Know Me Forever,
and I will always love you (anyway)
as though it had been.