The Last Ride

Pale dawn crept above the horizon like a secret unveiling

Casting faint light and violet shadows on snowy mountains

And rising over a grassy mound, a rider came running

From the dimming shadows, the horse came galloping

 

Like ghosts from the fading night, they came swiftly

Never a hoof beat resounding on the crystal air

Never a vibration shaking the dewy ground

Not a sound was heard as the horse came galloping

 

The two were like a dream as they came running

Over the endless hills in both the dawning and the twilight

Towards the ends of the earth were they forever riding

With jet-black hair and midnight eyes, the horse came running

 

Golden light from the rising sun touched gently on silken hair

Hues of pale pink and purple lighted the horse’s powerful flanks

In revered silence, they flew assiduously in the dawning

With easy breath and unfailing strides, the horse came running

 

The rider’s hands delved deep into the flowing mane

As upon her ashen cheeks, tears like starlight lay sparkling

Towards the ends of the earth, they endlessly went galloping "

            For the last time upon the ghostly horse, she went riding