pure air and fire..

He's of the colour of the nutmeg.
And of the heat of the ginger....
he is pure air and fire;
and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him,
but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him;
he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.
~William Shakespeare, Henry V

air of heaven..

"The air of heaven is that which blows between a horse’s ears.."
or the one i still listen when remembering your voice..

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to trot the air..

When I bestride him, I soar,
I am a hawk: he trots the air;
the earth sings when he touches it;
the basest horn of his hoof is more musical
than the pipe of Hermes.

~William Shakespeare, Henry V

my treasures..

"My treasures do not clink together or glitter; They gleam in the sun and neigh in the night."
-Arabian Proverb