Horses

i kept seeing horses 

with riders 

and without 

across the soft town 

of stillpuddle stars 

dreaming 


…


tracing your cheeks 

with the tips of 

my fingers 

your butterfly blush 

gets me all 

the time 


… 


singing my doubts

off the tops 

of the mountains

they come down to rest 

in the arms 

of the pines


…


i tried to remember 

the words you were 

speaking 

didn’t i, 

didn’t i 

try?

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With All of My Love,

Jules