11/05/2025
The Whispering Hooves
My brother of the open plain,
your breath is the wind of home.
When the world grows heavy with storms,
you carry my soul through the rain.
We’ve known each dawn together
the firelight fading, the stars returning,
the rivers whispering our names
to the listening land.
Your eyes hold the silence of mountains,
your heart beats with mine, steady and strong.
No road is too long, no sky too wide,
when your spirit runs beside me.
Let the sun paint gold upon our path,
let the moon bless our rest in the grass.
For as long as Earth remembers our steps,
we are one - with her,
and with each other.
(Art by Serin Alar)