A
young-girl’s beau-love!
Halter
in-hand treks maiden-fair ’cross yonder meadow-green
where
pastures “Unicorn”-beau to fetch adventure-wild like
lightning-wind
from dawn-pink to purple-evening love-embrace
A
Young-Lady & her Beau-Steed
(You
all could ride the wind---if…someone would just saddle it)
White
cloud-fleece caress cerulean sky as talent-young-lady prides
Smile
beauty-innocent greets “Hi! Beau-horse!” Forward she strides
Bits
of peppermint sweet-treats soft-hands to gentle rub him-down
Big-Boy
nuzzles-soft her loveliness displaying mutual-love bound
Anxious
for a new-adventure each dutiful to assigned roles participates
A
thorough-brush, hoof-check as waiting pleasure-amplified anticipates
Miss
not a subtle stable-delicacy: tack room leather, hay-loft aromas-fine
Pad-saddle-girth,
not too tight; slip on bridle-bit to initiate “fun” –design
Slow-lead
enough the cayuse to relax tense massive-muscles tight
Check
bridle-fit, tighten the girth, prepare to mount, smile bright
Walk
horse-flesh friend around the ring, bring him to slow-trot
Down
to calm-walk go canter then check what might-be-forgot
Corkscrew
dust-tendrils mini-swirl rise wind-churned hoof-falls
Soft-whispered
“whinny-neigh” tacked-mounted trusty-steed calls
Concentration:
seat-balance upright, heels-down, eyes-forward total-proud
Knee-high
black-boots, jodhpurs, crisp-blouse, coat-fitted, helmet-allowed
Gently-gathered
leather-reins collect equine-charge master-magnificent
“Sweet-wind
blows between pert-ears” Bedouin-nomad metaphor-ascent
Pleasure-time
initial spent in the arena refines kindred-spirit friend-bond
As
karma-harmony evolves, any resistance dissolves in true Love!-found
Across
the meadow-green flies flashing-steed, one with hair-blazing girl
Nature-personified
beauty-harmony soft-gentle intertwined Love!-swirl
No
rail-challenge to tall for wing-ed Unicorn with she astride-to-fly
I-am-woman! To tame a
“curiosity”-universe just beyond eternal-sky
Then,
when too soon, a relentless sun-trek again traversed its celestial-realm
Long-shadows
soften eve purple-pride ride home with beauty
at yon helm
Return
sojourn to cool the steed as our young-lady gives soft-neck a pat
Each
finds adventure-life grand if one true-allows: Love! is where it’s at
May
thee be satiated with Life---through…Love!
To
miss any instant be sin against Master-above
Amen!