A friend of mine I meet him on a misty lane
He greets me with a neigh and I caress his mane
He knows that I haven`t mastered ride
And so his trot is fast but light tonight
He is carrying me so gently with no strain
That I don`t have to pull the reins
Our touch is silent we don`t need a word
As if our souls are bound with a magic cord
We knew each other before our ways have crossed
Am I his human or is he my horse?
Which whim of fate is guiding our run
The time we say good bye to setting sun?
Some dreams and thoughts are walking through my mind
While my companion is making our line
My friend I meet him on a mystic lane
The threads of our lives got woven one day
This tapestry it never leaves the loom
While we are watching rising of the moon.
Evening Ride
© Copyright: Яна Рязанова, 2014
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