I ride my horse hard and fast

Across the grassy plain.

I rein him in at the small opening of the brushy woods.

He trots down now, purposefully, to a walk,

As the overgrown, brambled trail narrows.

But my heart is still galloping, 

And breathlessly, I whisper your name in the forest,

For no other reason, than to hear myself say it.

-jenn