Coarse mane wound in my fingers

Cold breeze on my face

We danced through the stubble

Of the corn field that day.

I remember my first horse

Like it was yesterday

I remember the way she use to ride and feel

The way she came to me 

First Born

She is sleeping now

Floating high above

the heavens

Like a big white cloud!

She is my horse angel

A graceful dancer

My first horse
Came like
The body

Given to me
At birth

So excited
By a love 
Unknown

Feeling my
Way

How this life
Works

How it

I woke up on my birthday,

feeling rather sick,

the night had been horrible,

the day was turning worse.

The spots confirmed