Free horses

On the backs of wild horses they rode to the dawn. Lost in the night entangled in the sweet perfume of lovers tryst. Their shadows silently dancing as the moon was replaced by the birth of the sun and there under the weeping willow they danced the dance of joy and innocence. A glimpse of flesh, a laugh, a gasp. There bathed in the rising dawn they stood among the trees looking down on their kingdom. There in the chorus of the birds they swore an oath on Gaias breath that love would never die and nothing could ever touch them. In their bubble of of a moment, their home in a moment the world was perfect.

Bathed in the rising dawn.