Longing For the Ride

Majestic he stands Head held high and proud Until I draw near tack in hand His mussel to my chest he bows Our eyes fixed With deepest affection Respect from me From him acceptance His nostrils flair He inhales my scent A bond beyond fences A mutual consent About horse and rider How can I explain This communion of splendor Perpetually sustained With reverent candor Can any man compare Who would be considered grander Horse or rider if you dare Nobility without pride Beauty without vanity Majesty without disciple Power without violence Do you still wonder why I'm longing for the ride When he challenges the wind for speed Brushed by heaven with every stride Intimacy mounted here on "Spirit's Pride" My steed and I in harmony Exhilaration captivates my senses Pounding hooves, his earthen scent Taut muscles ripple in sweat profusely drenched He heeds the slightest touch of rein His saddle is my alter of prayer When he on oceans sands a trot My soul is healed all disrepair In bed I lay awake tonight my mind a heavy load His blaze is blazoned in my memory burned Of black night mane and chestnut coat A quatrain tribute to his name he's earned Still you may not understand This yearning so many take in stride Of horse and rider pure joy provider And oh such longing for the ride