The clouds shapeshift overhead

A cup of coffee warms my hands

I hear you come up behind me

Feel your soft muzzle on my cheek

Hear the soft whispers of your breath as you nudge me

You rest your head on my shoulder, 

For just a moment, before you shake your mane

And toss your head

Heading out for further pastures

You and I are both wanderers at heart

With a deep need and love of company

Of a long stroke of a brush

Of the magic of falling stars

We used to wear glitter in our hair

Over time the sparkle, the shimmer has sunk deep beneath our skin

Now when I see you move

The sun catches glimpses of the sparkle rippling under your skin

I smile and watch

My hand move in the sun as it traces the 

Shape of your beloved face and neck

Moves over the slope of your back

My hand glitters and merges with the radiance of you.