In my dreams, I dream of riding all alone upon his back,
His soft hair blows in the wind as I cling tightly to his tack.
We have a hidden language that to all is a mystery
I love the horse I ride upon and I know that he loves me.
The freedom that I feel as I fly into the wind
Is a feeling I cam not explain, it comes from deep within.
He gallops fast but steady, and on his back I am secure
His back beads not with sweat but stays as soft as velour.
The beauty is in the way we understand our silent words,
It makes us glide together and sour with wings as on a bird.