My Stallion

The stallion breaths heavy from his jet black snout,
warm air misting in the early morning rays ,
the droplets falling to the earth as he stamps his hooves,
the ground vibrating with his strength....

Sun breaking over mountain tops,
as he Swishes his head,
back
and
forth,
his mane falling in waves across his neck.
Ears twitching for the sound of a mare close by,
braying softly in the distance.

His heart picking up speed as he turns to gallop in her direction,
beads of sweat building across the muscles
in his shoulders and along his flank.
The mare is near,
he can smell her scent on the breeze.
It calls to his instincts.

And there she is suddenly standing in front of him,
her dappled grey skin flashing in the morning sun,
as the rays are sliding over her,
kissing her gently and warming her,
skin flashing like molten silver,
being poured from the sky.

She knows he is there,
hears him,
senses him from somewhere deep within.
She turns away and slowly begins to trot,
rearing her head back and flashing her silver tail.
He gallops faster knowing
this
is
what
he is made for,
knowing he will claim her for his mate.

He is so close,
he can feel the very essence of her flowing into his lungs,
mixing with the smells of the earth and vegetation
as the dust and dirt flies up around him,
with the stampede of his hooves.

He reaches her side and she turns her head,
ever so slightly,
she knows the time is right,
the sky foretold it.

They begin to run together side by side,
the wind wrapping around their bodies,
the world flashes by
and everything moves out of their way,
free and wild,
this is their time.
They slow as the smell of a babbling Brook approaches,
they trot together,
brushing lightly as their sides touch reaching the waters edge.

She dips her head hungrily into the water,
drinking in the ice cold stream,
but it does not quench her guttural thirst,
her tail twitches as the stallion approaches her from behind.
It is time.

The stallion walks slowly behind the mare watching her every move,
her scent over whelms him.
The lines in her body showing in the sunlight,
which peeks in from the trees above.
He mounts her knowing she can take his weight,
the time is right,
as she neighs into the sky.

They become one,
as the world revolves slowly
and the sun continues to rise,
this is what they were created for,
they are free,
they are wild,
this is the earth's love.

The stallion pulls away
and the mare nuzzles him from the side.
The time is right and now, together they will always run side by side
wild and free.