belovedofepona

The moon shone down upon her golden head On a silver mare she rode Colored by the evening stars A bed of soft blue light. With each step came forth the rise of thunder Softly sweeping the clouds behind her The voice of god in her wake, Ripping gently over the land, Prying my eyes wide open from a dream Making me look out into the moon Eclipsed in the light of a shifting mane. The whinny of horses in my head Like a chorus of crashing waves On the edge of my awakened thoughts, The goddess riding in the open night Asking me Laughing "Will you come along?"