Written & Contributed
As you gallop towards me,
I can see you were mean't to be free.
Your legs moved as fast as your spirit,
You, my love, galloped faster to the finish line.
Your race was your whole life,
Gone so fast, faster than a dream.
I now must close my eyes,
To see you gallop again.
I can hear your gallop,
Now closer than ever to me.
Your hoove beats,
Now sounding to my heart beat.
Your spirit at last free,
No boundaries for miles to see.
You are now galloping on gold,
In the presence of those who can keep up with you.
You're God's angel now,
And that was always mean't to be.
As I turn to watch you gallop past me,
I wonder will you ever return to me.
And then I hear the most beautiful sound,
The sound that tells me your happy and free.
"For My Genevieve."