ANGEL ON HORSEBACK

She rides the chestnut stallion
Along the golden sands.
She portrays a freedom
Devoid of wedding bands,
Or any restrictions to be put
On one so young and fair.
He watches closely from the dunes,
Happy to see her there. 

Catching his breath, this is the girl
Whose beauty invaded his dreams.
He’d seen her dancing in shallow waves,
Heedless of sea-spray on her jeans.

He wonders if she is really so free
Or is it just an illusion?
Almost spiritual, angel on horseback
Or maybe a cruel twist of vision.
Would she conjure up the same image
If she became his by and by?
Would her essence remain as magical?
Well, doesn’t he just have to try?

Cantering along at the water’s edge,
Her hair flowing behind like a flame,
Mirroring her companion’s tail,
Her hands in his copper mane.
Together they slow and come to a halt,
With no effort she turns the beast round.
Moving as one they trot to the dunes,
A soft whinny is the only sound.

As they approach him now at a walk,
She brushes blonde hair from blue eyes.
He gets to his feet and says, “Hi again!”
She says, “Were there other hi’s?”
As the girl and horse continue on
She leaves him with a smile.
Well, he did look kind of cute,
And she rather liked his style…