sleep well prince
for in the coming morn
I lose my way
and the forest glade leaves me.
I will remember your last tread tonight
the echo of the footstep
you are taking with you
I do wish horseback was for two
bareback riding is much better
when there's a saddle and my name etched there
i've ridden wild stallions
my whole solo speeding life
the barn is warn, yes
and the hay a safe space
bubbles burst and like dish soap
pop,
unlike the carnival ones that
children chew.
I feel yours around me prince
not a bubble but a wind
that if you’re quiet
u can feel it still
even from the chill winds of Iceland.
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