Riding The Crest Of A Wave
Man's Greatest Friend.
The strength and emotion that is felt between a horse and rider is not clearly seen. Riding these majestic animals, who have your safety in their will, leaves you awestruck. As you know, my own horse is a stallion, usually viewed as a dangerous animal, but I would trust him before any man not to hurt me. He stands tall and graceful. His power from rippling muscles reminds me how I need to respect him. He is my friend, my father when I ride him and my protector whenever I am close to him. Riding on the beach, unrestrained and free with the wind in your hair, and the sounds of the surf crashing in your ears, is the sound and feel of total freedom. I am always remembered how wonderful life is when I share such beautiful times with him.
Riding the crest of the wave,
the surf stinging in my face,
Not a single sinner on this planet,
No human kind in this place.
Rippling muscles beneath me,
amazed at the strength I can feel.
Horse and rider together,
memories fleeting, are so real.
Golden sand beneath us,
bright sky above,
crashing surf around us
night riding in the buff.
Woman and beast at one,
rhythmn slowly beating
In the twinkling of an eye
this moment will be gone.
Hair shining in the moonlight,
mane flying in the wind
shells cracking under every step
shifting movement under limbs
Horses coat is now glistening
sweat covering from limb to limb,
In contact with my horses back
the chances of rain are looking slim.
Lungs bursting with the power
of the wind rushing by,
skin thrilling to the touch of the sand
leaving trials of silk as it dries.
Woman and beast together,
the horse is now flying high
tail widely flowing,
twisting like the colours in the sky.
Trust is what I feel,
I have waited so long for this freedom,
the surf shouts "I caress you!"
Hasten my steed for home
as daylight doesn't hide,
the sight of a naked rider,
galloping scared, eyes open wide.
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