My footprints trekking

through the sandy beach.

Along the shoreline

where the horses run free

As a horde, nature’s marching band

set free under the glimmering stars.

One with the wind and one with spirit.

Do I run wild or do I hold back?

A big wave is calling me

It is summoning me with my name 

I want to flow with the water

Be as one with the tide

My heart is thunderous 

where my breath is calm.

My lips are silent

but the yearning in me

is calling out to the horses,

O friends of the wind

O friends of my spirit.

Remind me again,

what is freedom?

what is her name?

what colour is she?

Could she one day wear my skin

and possibly bear my name?

So that I can remember

to trace art in the sand

with fingertips deadened

from gripping the world?