In Reverence
The world continues
its own fantasy
while syncopated love
keeps tugging at us closely
In a secret land
I ride my mare
with eyes of heaven
I breathe while braiding her hair
Galloping for freedom
God sings my story
Remembering in reverence
In each other's arms we sleep
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