I hold your hope

in my hands

for fields green and taupe

azure skies

fenceless lands

gallops in special places

no lonely spaces

ever more;

but it is the hope of you

I hold in my heart

for you are the art

that inspires me

and endures me

with mane that traces

the knotty curves of my hands

as I grasp the beauty

and truth of you

reflecting in your infinite eye;

mirror, mirror on my horse

who am I

to tame and tie

repel down the rock of your withers

landing at your humble feet

that become my wings;

but you, face of faith

join me

encompass me

guide me

like an arrowhead

on Cupid’s spear

my heart is pierced

in places you have always known,

imprinted

with the hope and truth of you

that becomes the truth of me.