Her Icy Scent
her icy scent
our voices crossed
as the sixth moon
waned
uniting old souls
like friends from
the past
our dreams began
on a mid summer
night
for she is a
spirit of the night
as she rides her
stallion in the pale
moonlight
amidst the waves
splashing along the
shores
for she and Brat
born to be one
her people still
run with the wolf
bound to the pack
born to be one
soar with the
eagle traversing
the heavens
long before the
coming of the
horse
on moonless night
with Star’s for light
she rides like
the wind
high amongst the
mountain trails
my spirit of the night
will come to me
at the chilling hour
my covers are warm
she will lay her
head upon my chest
her lips like ice
her body near froze
she will snuggle
in close
our hearts will
beat as one
till her lips
be warm
her icy scent
lingering
through dawn
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