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