Riding the Air,To My Lady Fair....

As I gallup my steed amongst towering elm and snowy birch jump hurdle like equestrian over fallen cedar and trickleling brook in urgency I ride return bursts of wind the sod does fly 'neath thundering hoofs from spurred flanks my hard charger senses my determination My lady fair,why do I think of you so why does yesterday crowd my mind my heart does so ache with expectation I ride blood rushing madly oblivious of such dangerous travel thoughts of you like vision mirage dangling in front of me the faster I ride,the faster you run my head lowered on windblown mane behind the snorting steam of steed.... I ride my lady...my fair maiden