The wind in my hair
As I battle with it
Hands knotted in your mane
Fingers curled around leather
We are flying

I hear no sound
But your hoof beats
And the crack of metal striking stone

Your neck arched like a bridge
I bend over it like the cables
There is no room for fear
No room for emotion
You give a playful buck as I force my heels back down

Tears streak down my face
You keep running
I run with you

I feel sweat on my hands
Whether it is your or mine
I am not sure
My legs are jelly
But yours are iron
You are not done yet but you stop because I am tired
Too tired to continue
My heart is a bird
Fluttering in its cage

I release my death grip from your mane
We stop and I sit back
I am reborn, made new
Crafted carefully by your gentle touch

Our hair lies in knots
I smile and we walk