Mystic blisses out as Ann-Marie reads this poem to her:
Oh splendid beast,
Oh mystic giant,
Means freedom to my heart,
A calming to my soul.
Gratitude flows in rhythm to the beat of your steps,
My heart against your body,
Holding me up, holding me up.
Dark eyes of mirroring glass draw me in,
down, down, down into the truthful deep,
Cannot escape what I feel,
Be with it,
Savor this moment in time with me,
Oh precious friend,
Make me laugh with your whinnying bout,
exposing every brilliant tooth,
leaving no barriers but joy to boot.
We are old friends you and me,
woven into my tapestry,
Connection through time.
Recognizing each other,
and so it shall be.
— Ann-Marie Ramsey, April 24, 2019