What is it that you are, do you even have a name?
Liquid brown eyes gaze softly in the light.
Could I touch you, mount you, ride you if I might?
Garlands of daisies hang sweetly from your coat,
Hair as smooth as satin touch fingers as I stroke.
Fields of buds and clover are the mattress for your bed.
Is that horn you carry so heavy for your head?
Nostrils quiver slightly as the breezes softly sigh,
A world of other creatures are reflected in your eyes.
Little butterflies with elfin hands fly briskly to and fro,
Living in a world with you that I will never know.
Your step is silent as you trod across the stream,
Only to become luminescent in the moon's reflecting beam.
Only good and happy things will happen to you here,
Living in another space where man cannot come near.
by
~ Barbara L. Brock ~
A creature of beauty,
A creature of grace.
Yes, everything has its place.
But you, my friend,
Have a place all your own,
Where no one else can find.
For you exist within my heart,
And also in my mind.
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