One magic ride

[Van Canna]

Forget violence for a moment and enjoy:

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>One Magic Ride
Obscure, like the lilt of a sweet breeze caressing an unseen flower. There is a whisk, some longing that came from another source, another time, where the hills seem like gold and the rains seemed like silver.

She rode, with the wind at her back, and her trusty white steed firmly grasped. There were tears rolling down her cheeks, but the ride would save her.

The ride would take her where she longed to be, into the arms of her lover, into the arms of safety.

She glides to her single union of never-ending joy, but this push away from the other could never rest the longing quench of a tide that has pulled her to another.

Love, whose slings can conquer a heart, whose melody sings in the wind that guides passion.

Love, whose many shapes can imbrue the cost of a lonely, slow burn-- but no; this is true, this is real, this is the substance that she longed for; and so she rides like the devil were tapping on her shoulder; she rides like an angel was there to await her.

And the tears stream down her cheeks; she acknowledges all that is her being, and with her trusty horse, she glides into a passion that she has always longed for deep inside her heart.

The greenery is crisp. The sun is the brightest, and her love is the strongest. She and the horse are one, and soon she and her lover will join.

The path is well trodden; the love is long coming; the past is just an echo of a memory she would like to forget.

One magic ride; one infinite gaze; one solitary journey to a union that can last forever. Here there is love, and one pale knight to remember. For love can grow and love can change, but if it captures your heart, neither the heavens nor the earth can stop it!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Copyright 2000 by
Sir James Wesley/Windflow7/Jay




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Van Canna