Stranded on the ocean cliff.
Or so it seems.
On a bright, full-moon night,
she finds herself.
At peace.
At last.
A gentle, yet fierce beauty,
imbued with a force of horses in hundreds.
Strong, born to be wild,
ready to gallop whenever, wherever she calls.
The glaring sky is filled with million stars,
From one horizon to another.
Chilling autumn wind is sweeping through the air.
The path is crystal clear.
The cold – she feels it to her bones.
The unexpected leap of fate.
The buck is safe – for now.
The deer – no longer caught in headlights.
Slow down my muse, my vital force.
He begins to whistle as she glides with ease.
There is no need to speed.
Too close lurks the edge.
Beware, the ocean’s rough.
The cliffs are rising,
it’s dark, it’s steep,
you could fall deep.
An exhilarating thrill shines through her eyes.
The steadfast bracing of his heart.
Breathe, co-regulate.
There is no need to rush.
Hold my hand – if you will.
She sails across the seven seas
to set the stallions free.
Savoring their final dance.
Take the leap,
Trust your beat,
Take that chance.
This… is Your Dance.