Horse and rider

When a rider gazes into a horses eyes,
they discover pieces of themselves once thought to be lost
They find connection, when connection seems impossible.
The horse is our melody.
Crafted by lights, woven by gods.
They are power with which we bind ourselves.
Fluid as water, as unharnessed as flame.
Contradiction of our own nature,preserved in primal fury.
Our lives bound together, create a single whole.
Each learning to soar from the another
Through cunning and strength, we find innocence and forgiveness
We find a passion, which we are helpless against.
Sacred are the secrets we share.
Blood turned to wine in, archaic partnership.
The love we share, understood by none.