I led an unbridled mare,
white with black mane
through a forest
the sky crisp
and sharp with mornings breath
clinging in the air
fur and hide
are my outer garments
the breeze tossing
strings of spiderlings
across the open rays
of the early sun
and the leaves crackle
as we walk
 
ahead, a cave in view
an amber light glowing
from its inner chamber
the sensation of familiar
welcomes my certainty
and the outer world disappears
 
the walls are cool and damp
rocks and pine needles
cover the floor
the mare is left to graze
as I accustom my eyes to
the light
 
I am greeted by your speaking eyes
sitting beyond the open flames
eyes, that straddle my thoughts
glimpse my impression
and render my content
in a manner that
makes me warm