for Mandy

with you
I walk through the kissing gate 
where love begins into
a field of horses
all power and passion in a mist
into the pliant wood
so absorbed in beauty
and so to a small pool
the while dreaming 
each reed and ripple unaware
now, there you sit secluded
inspired to paint
silently I admire
it's true any way back 
loses itself in the past
as summer increases
are new vistas found with each step 
for this little ramble
I take your hand
my blessing
to walk with you