One morning with renewed faith we'll-awake
like Anadolu ponies dancing, and
skip outside...kick open the stable door—shake-
our manes, and nod our heads flick our tails stunned.
One morning clip-clopping guided by-a-light
we'll leave all our doubts to climb some snowy pass.
Loop the clouds, left-to-wet our appetite,
and lie in fields of dew-wet untrod green grass.
One morning, but not when we've candlelight
but not tonight, not when you're here with me.
Not when you're in my arms mesmerized sight
not when I hear your heart beating esprit
love, I'll be your groom, rein in your bridle.
For our lives, they're entwined-fluid and unmindful.
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