11/24/2025
When the Hooves Fall Silent
The field still keeps the shape of you, where gentle hooves once brushed the dew, and every breeze that moves the grass whispers memories as they pass.
You were more than reins and ride, more than strength or faithful stride, you were sunrise, steady and warm, shelter in every passing storm.
The hardest part is not goodbye, nor the ache that fills the sky, it's learning how the world goes on when the rhythm that knew you is gone.
Yet in quiet dawns and golden light, I feel your spirit soft and bright, a beating heart I’ll always know, a love that time can’t overthrow.
