the heart is a pure bred horse - a poem

after the long ride
the bridled horse, turning homeward,
can break into a full gallop
without notice
it's instincts kick in
and it knows where is the stable

my heart runs as fast and strong
as any pure bred animal
it may be a new story it encounters
the same old fable in new clothes
that reminds the mind time is short
don't waste one moment on one vain thing

and i remember a day
when i rode through the pastures
with you at breakneck speed in the rain
our steeds jumping streams with boundless leaps
us ducking our heads from the low-lying branches
summoning courage neither knew we had

and years later meeting again
both still enjoying adventures,
both with new tales to tell
it did my heart good to see you
again in the rain beneath a hemlock tree
the water trickling down your sighing breast
the teardrops kissing your lips...