I come from a long line of Arabs
We worship the full moon…

It was I who planned it, the whole adventure
With you, Ilga
You were my favorite student
And I courted you without you even knowing it
I knew you’d take good care of me
And I knew I’d take good care of you
We had our adventures here and there
And we made the circuit from Rainbow’s End
To Jaqueri Oaks and Monticello and
Places in between and finally back at Marjory’s
We learned a lot in our adventures
About people and horses and all the different ways of living
I know you worried about me so, and
I tried to convince you that I was happy and content
I know you were so worried about the approaching winter
Frankly, so was I
I had a feeling that my time had come
When the corn turned golden and the leaves started to drop
I sensed it was about time for me to lie down and rest
And let the angels carry me away from you, away from the summer
Thank you for taking me under your wing
Thank you for all the sincere talks, the jokes, the silliness
Thank you for the muffins and the fussins
And know that though my white svelte body has died
My spirit will remain with you always
For you were the one I chose, the one I liked best
See you sometime, on the other side of the rainbow.

Julaan (1973-2005)