Passion meeting holy trails
four footed beasts
with main & tails
heated brow & plaited hair
tied together
dance in air
nostrils flair the anger takes
a hooded face
the sweat released
dance together meeting heights
so rarely moved in dangerous nights
awakening – the soul within
the unity of meeting kin
knowing rightness moving fast
galloping shores of broken glass
the icy heart begins to melt
& courage fast the truth is felt
for this is met in journeys told
where light & dark become like old
we are no longer one – not all
we are the face of a unified call
the hunger now is fed inside
the journey to myself I ride
Caroline Carey April 2018
