She’s my best friend: The record I’ve been listening to on repeat

1) Hideaway 

A wet drizzle that

made way to snowflakes on pink noses

we walked with a wolf pup by our sides

She had snow on her dark coat like constellations in the night

and was frolicking through grass the color of burnt orange sunsets

and trees like mountains

the fog that morning made everything brighter

the yellow, orange, and green hues

shined on you face like magic

A cigarette in my fingers

and small smile on my lips

You said the snow fell on our hair

like fairy dust

And I thought we were walking through another realm

we stopped

climbed in a hole back to get back home

found out home looked like wonderland too

the snow falling so silently

through the mist

it was magic

when we got back inside

I put a record on

while you made hot chocolate

You came bundled up in a blanket just my color

and we sipped

like kittens do

with my favorite song on the stereo

and our hands together

2.) Living, together

Her horse moves like fog

she tells me when she was 5 

she'd point to the moon and call it hers

so now she wears it on her necklace

and after her moon drops and we slip to sleep

our dance begins

it's like this every weekend, but this time is special 

she rides a white horse like a cloud

he's spotted grey and looks like ash falling like rain on snow

He is lovely

And she says that a horse always knows what sort of people to keep around

which is why she knew he'd love me

he had a saddle stitched from starlight with a braided tail and granite colored joints

she rides him in braided pigtails and a smile

and she may not believe me but I've never seen her more beautiful 

than here 

3.) Tree skeletons

we found the wonderland again when fog fell over us

it's soft whisps like 

fingers

they danced across trees

and the occasional house

and we drove like this until a stream from along

the road with dark spotted shadows 

made it's soft waves

that called to our ears

The trees around us

had all lost their leaves

and the trunks moved

like skeletons in the wind

it was the perfect place

to hide away

we felt so fearless

we wondered from our wolf

her large frame worn out

from all the constellations in her eyes

soon the smoke twirled across our faces

like paint in water

beautiful like the rest of the day

the stream and the wind

melodic under our voices

I never wanted this moment to end