Saturday, January 07, 2012

What a super mare.

What a super mare.

The finest of the fillies,
Is this a super mare ?
She rides like wind unleashing,
A storm with sunset hair.

The beaches are deserted now,
But here we run and play.
What form within the beauty,
Like a fire on a cloudy day.

The day has been refreshing,
And a long time I remained.
Taking in the finest sights,
But to touch you I'd refrained.

The evening comes a calling,
And I ebb towards a sign.
Riding you on golden sands,
Where your spirit could be mine.