Your talk of horses comforts me
I imagine you riding along trails
The rhythmic beating of hooves
kicking dust into the wind
Your mind wandering
far away
Inside my head
I'm curled up on your sofa
cocooned within your four walls
The daylight fades
It always feels like winter
Maybe I will tell you
I dream of death
and my snow covered grave
I will try to hide the fact
that for a moment
I want to smile
You hold the reigns
speaking gently
I can hear your voice
from a distance
I feel the joyful pulsing
of your heart
as you ride away.