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I could feel age gripping hold
as the stirrup iron caught my cheek
the ride had made me tired
again my legs felt weak
endeavoring to lighten the mood
I joked aside our fire
before gathering my thoughts again
of us and me then you
perhaps with winter behind us
I could find new life in spring
I wanted so desperately to be well
to find myself once more
yet the dogs in the distance warned me
barking into our night
tomorrow would see me weaker
soon I could no longer fight

Yet your breath was soft
then calm
like a peaceful bird in flight
tranquil now at depth
guiding me toward the light