the pencil runs

If I ran slow, it was not your fault
For you were sleek and swift
As light as cloud, as fast and wind
A knight's horse with a rubber sole
You wore the garment of elves
Turquoise silver, green and grey
Taking the brunt with every step,
Always selfless, true and kind,
Eight months is far too short
To count your days as mine.

(October 17, 2005 - 26 June, 2006)