When a rider gazes into a horses eyes they discover pieces of themselves once thought to be lost. They find connection, when connection seems impossible. The horse is our melody. Crafted by light, woven by gods. They are a power with which we bind ourselves. Fluid as water, as unharnessed as flame. Contradiction of our own nature, preserved in primal fury. Our lives, bound together, create a single whole. Each learning to soar from the other. Through cunning and strenght, we find innocence and forgiveness. We find a passion which we are helpless against. Sacred are the secrets we share. Blood turned to wine in archaic partnership. The love we share, understood by none.
