This new gate is so convenient for me. Since it's on the side of our house, I don't have to go all the way through the back yard, turn off the fence, climb through the fence, yada, yada, yada.
There's just one problem. This new gate makes it all the more tempting for me to sneak out to visit Caspian any time I want. Like when I should be sleeping, cooking dinner, cleaning, etc. I know...not a bad problem to have, right? I love it. But I'm thinking I have to draw the line. What is it about my silvery horse that's so addictive? It's like he's a magnet for me!
One of my favorite things lately is our late night visits under the stars. With the big dipper overhead and a crescent moon poking out from behind the trees, it's like a moment frozen in time where it's just me and my horse. Nothing else. Just a soft muzzle nudging my cheek and a fuzzy chest for me to warm my hands on.
I don't often get inspired to write poetry (and I'm not even sure you could call it that) but every once in awhile something will make my wheels start turning and I have to get it down on paper. I wrote this "poem" after one of our first "gate assisted" late night rendezvous'. ;)
An Arabian Night
On a crisp autumn night,
With only stars to give light.
I’m drawn to a spirit,
So majestic in flight.
While I’m frozen in wonder,
A breeze softly blows through my hair.
As I watch a sleek silhouette,
Silently float through the air.
His tail flagged high,
Until he stops suddenly.
He’s heard a slight rustle,
And quickly whirls to see!
It’s me; I’ve been spotted,
And now I stand mesmerized.
As this magnificent creature,
Glides closer, staring into my eyes.
I’m pulled to his spirit by some invisible force,
I just have to be next to this incredible horse.
It’s so very late,
But still I ghost through the gate.
As I think to myself, “What is this pull?”,
“Why the longing?”, I wonder aloud.
But then my thoughts are soon broken,
By the sweetest of sounds.
And with a low nicker and a nudge,
He makes it perfectly clear.
I should need no real “reason”,
To explain why I’m here.
Surrender feels right,
And I feel so alive.
As I stand here entranced,
On a crisp autumn night,
With only stars to give light.
I’m drawn to a spirit,
So majestic in flight.
While I’m frozen in wonder,
A breeze softly blows through my hair.
As I watch a sleek silhouette,
Silently float through the air.
His tail flagged high,
Until he stops suddenly.
He’s heard a slight rustle,
And quickly whirls to see!
It’s me; I’ve been spotted,
And now I stand mesmerized.
As this magnificent creature,
Glides closer, staring into my eyes.
I’m pulled to his spirit by some invisible force,
I just have to be next to this incredible horse.
It’s so very late,
But still I ghost through the gate.
As I think to myself, “What is this pull?”,
“Why the longing?”, I wonder aloud.
But then my thoughts are soon broken,
By the sweetest of sounds.
And with a low nicker and a nudge,
He makes it perfectly clear.
I should need no real “reason”,
To explain why I’m here.
Surrender feels right,
And I feel so alive.
As I stand here entranced,
On an Arabian night.
I think it's hopeless...off to say g'night to my horse! ;)
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I love your poem!! You are so talented! I can't write a poem or write much of anything! I didn't get the creative gene in the family!
ReplyDeleteThat is so neat that you can go visit your horse in the middle of the night, we do that from time to time, but it is quite the walk and since I am sorta scared of the dark, I don't like to do it alone. Something might get me, ya know?!
Who would of thought you were so talented?! :-)
ReplyDeleteWhy do our horses turn us into such softies?
I like the line ....Surrender feels right, and I feel so alive....
Stll thinking about your poem..... I remember when Cisco lived in my backyard about 2 years back....I would sit on my back step and watch him sleep....that made my heart swell.
ReplyDeleteThanks guys! I definitely do not consider myself a "poet" by any stretch of the imagination. But sometimes, I guess certain things get to me that I want to try to capture the feeling of...ya know? I always love spending time with Caspian, but for some reason it feels different when the rest of the world (at least our part of the world) is asleep. Like it's really just me and him...no distractions, etc.
ReplyDeleteAmanda, I totally get the watching Cisco sleep thing. Before I started sneaking out at night, I would love to peek out the window at Caspian and watch him stand with his head hanging. Especially on a full moon night when everything is illuminated.
And Paint Girl...I know!! That's why I wouldn't go out there much before the gate...cause I was afraid of what I might run into on the way out there! Now I only have a few steps before I'm behind the safety of the electric fence. I'm a wussy! ;)
Wonderful poem lady! Gave me goosebumps! There is definately just...SOMETHING...about the horse you love, I totally hear ya! When we moved to our house now I was SO happy to have the horses right out of our bedroom window! It's fabulous and I used to open the window every morning when I got up and say goodmorning to Midori, who just happened to get the paddock closest to the house. ;) Actually, now that I think about it, I haven't done that in a little while, but I do still catch myself just staring at them hanging out/sleeping/searching for every last morsel of hay, etc. when I get out of the shower or just happen to pass a window and catch a glimpse of them. They are just magnificent and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have them be a part of my life. And to have so many great friends to enjoy them with! :)
ReplyDeleteOh that is a Sweetest of Poems inspired from a dear equine friend!
ReplyDeleteNICE!!!
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I love your poem! :) It's really creative, and it's obvious that Caspian is so special to you!
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