Your white body looks like an angel
You gallop is dance
When I whistle you come to me
We set off again and ride for the day
At the end of the day we come to a stream
You bow your neck and talk a long drink
I jump off your back then you jerk your head up
I look to see what you spotted
I see a figure on a black horse
I jump onto your back and you gallop towards them
As we get closer I can tell that it’s a boy, about fifteen
We get closer and closer and I see him more clearly
He is tall and thin with blonde hair
He asked me my name
Then he said that it was quite a sight
A girl galloping across the field on a white Arabian
Hair blowing in the wind
I told him that we wanted freedom from everything
He said that he did to
The he asked if he could ride with us
I agreed then we found a spot to rest and feed the horses for the night
In the morning I woke up with your arms around me
It feels awkward but at the same time safe and warm and safe
I get up and check on the horses
They are standing close to each other clam, and quiet
I walk back and you are awake you smile softly at me
You ask me how the horses are
I told you that they seem to be in love
Then he looked at me and said they weren’t the only ones
He came over to me and kissed my forehead gently
I warped my arms around him and told him that I agreed