My hunter, teacher, lover, friend
the horns of Eden sound again.
Beyond the trees of emerald green
my chestnut stallion can be seen.

The softest kisses from ebony lips.
The gentle swaying of my hips.
The simple laughter of my heart
whispers love you art.

And though I will be far away
I hope you’ll think of me and say
We’ll ride again some day.

By Michelle Scott ©2007