stately and proud
head held erect
majestic
 
you were born here
wild and protected
owning the road
knowing we will stop
to gaze upon your beauty
 
in my mind I’d dreamed
of you so many times
now magically you appear
casual, calm and collected
 
in oneness we peer through the glass
in separate worlds of existence
yet here…we share this road
so close, I want to reach out
and lay my cheek upon your neck
and run my hands along your legs
breathe of your musk
and follow where you are going
perhaps to the harem I saw further back
where you’d bugle intent to mate
perhaps to the meadow
where grass shoots appeared
to hearty yourself for winter
perhaps you just wanted to roam
curious
to peer through the glass
in oneness with the passengers
as they passed