Across the prairie, far and wide,
the maiden took a moonlit ride...
She chose to venture late at night,
avoiding shadows, taking flight,
to live courageous as in dreams,
freeing her spirit, or so it seems.
Escaping mundane chores of day,
loosing her mount to gallop away,
covering earth with lightning speed,
hooves pounding fast to fill her need.
Through the forest, through the glen,
beyond the places known to men,
over mountains majestic, high,
seeking porticos in the sky.
As moonlight streamed across the field
in glorious brightness, much to yield,
she rode like the wind away from home,
craving her freedom, a chance to roam.
For dawn and sunshine soon would break,
and from their beds the masses wake,
ending a night of perfect bliss
horse and maiden soon would miss-
Untll full moon came with the tide,
coaxing her out for a another ride...
Copyright © Tamara Hillman