I dream for the equable hour
And the dream became a river
A stream of running lead
I felt its timeless flow
And its ageless strain
To burden me I sat on the grey bank
Sand I watched passing of waves
And the stream bore a body
Pale and quiescent wench
A bride came with the tides
Eyes open unseeing
Were of same colour as the stream
I pondered this solemnly
And the earth shook my thoughts
And the river went running red
As a mountain falling heavy
A hoof struck the ground
I turned to see
And behold
Spanning from horizon
To zenith of the sky
A mare rearing its legs
Foremost reaching above clouds
Hinder trampling the earth
Casting an ancient rhythm
And this earth resounds...