I was a horse,

naked running loose in the park

throwing my head up at the sky

filled with the full moon sweeping through

clouds cutting the dark open

across the fields in swathes of silver light

burning the dead leaves into white fire.

 

Sinking my hooves into the soft wet ground,

chilled by the mists of the sidhe hiding

in the speargrass and wild-mint.

Pulled by the brambles to stay longer -

excited by the burdocks in my mane,

caught by the infinity in the marsh flowers

I run into the trees.

 

And I run wild - touched by the fey -

dancing to the ways of the wind

the silhouette trees tilt back in awe

as the sky shifts over and over,

reeling white storms set against

the race that I run

whipped on by the joy of the free.

 

The danann scatter as I step into

the dew-pond and thunder through the water

and away over fences - torn by cross-wire

through old hedges - scratches on my flanks,

they cannot catch me as I hammer the ground,

an engine with fire in my belly

I run...

 

until the dawn,

until the first rose blush in the dawn,

until the light turns white to peach,

until I can run no more.