Shadow Horse

I am riding.
It's dark but I'm not afraid.
I follow The Shadow.
He is so clear to me and yet so indistinct.
I urge my mare on faster so that I may be close to Him.
He is so beautiful.
His coat shimmers a deep silver in the moon light.
I know that soon I must return home, but the old me, the one that was afraid, is gone.
Because of The Shadow.
He has stopped beneath a tree.
I try to get closer so that I might touch Him.
I wish only to touch.
Or do I?
Do I wish instead to capture and tame Him who I find so beautiful.
I, undecided watch as The Shadow begins to move.