She whispers across the dunes, like smoke on the wind
liquid black eyes gleaming

She pauses, muscles taut, tasting the wind 
and a trace of my perfume 

Afraid to move and break this fragile communion
I whisper softly, singing prayer into the night

An offer of thanks for this connection of souls, 
for her ethereal beauty and grace

She stands braced and watchful, 
two delicate speckled shadows drifting to her side

I smile the knowing smile of mothers, 
that eternal universal knowing

She dips her head in acknowledgement,
chuffs softly to her fawns

Then like a dream remembered, 
they vanish into the gloaming

Drifting silently towards the rising moon, 
leaving only a glimmer of wild trailing softly on the breeze