Anadolu Ponies Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

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 whet 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, mesmerising in this 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.