The blue haze of the dawn in the cold hours of the morning.
I have many uncertainties and wish i could be in the cover of home.
Only the neon lights divide the darkness of early morning and I turn to see the horse, is she lame.

As if she was dormant, as if she awaits to be ridden out over the downs of suburban England.
The first one home wins and I am the loser, In the yard I have lost the morn, Hours of work and years of pain.

I turn to catch her eyes that reflect sadness of our selves,
The night held a thousand faces, so callus, vulpine and cold, she turns her face as she lays down, and the sun gold's upon the gray.

I hold on for life as she turns her shoulder and throws me apart
showers of thought and for one moment the race had been mine for a day.
The stable door colours itself with Aubrey, violet and auburn, glow in its presence and feel her tear in the bottom of her heart.

As the gallops fade into distant perspective their head down, hearts slow in the smoke of their breathe now ever present, My my Liside forgive me, Un-tack her, unlock her and leave her be.