There was freedom
In her hair
flowing like ribbons behind her
As she galloped over the clouds and rain
To that place where no one claimed her
She breathed in the scent of love
And picked her way through the dunes
Til she found him
With the stars in his eyes
And comets in his hands.
She knew she was home.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from James Arthur Foto via Google Images