“ her icy scent “

our voices crossed
as the sixth
moon waned

uniting old souls
two ancient lovers
from eons long past

the dreams
began on a
midsummers night

when this
spirit of the night

rides her stallion in
the pale moonlight

amidst the waves
they ride

splashing
along the shores

for she and Brat
were born to be one

her people still
run with the wolf

are bound to the pack
were born to be one

her people still
soar with the eagle

traversing the heavens
were born to be one

long before the
coming of the horse

on moonless night
with Star’s for light

she rides like
the wind