A whirlwind
Dusty and stormy
Rude enough
Injuring tranquility
Trampling everything

Blows the breeze
To wipe the curtain
Gallops a chariot

Snugging together
The duo ride
Not to smother
But to nurture
A future together

The magical horse
Powered by their passion
Takes them
To the Graden of Eden

Nothing more to chase
They feel blessed
An apple in hand
They hide behind the sun

An angel in their arms
Tugs at the reins
Itching to go back
Only to come back
Years later
To the Garden of Eden