Come, swift Arion, tonight we will ride
as you humble wind, muddle the moonlight,
I’ll gather your mane, clutch it with pride
then we’ll rewrite lore, enflame even night.
The strength of your gait overwhelms me,
let the world bow to your timeless power
for your potent stride has calmed stormy seas
and your gallop has outraced short hours,
but daybreak will send me back to my bed,
though you are divine, my life has seams,
I mount the mystical, wonderment led,
cantering towards the kingdom of dreams.
Bliss, this journey of stallion and maid,
May I not waken ‘til all the stars fade.
*Written June 4, 2013
ABOUT THIS POEM
In Greek mythology, Arion is a divinely-bred, extremely swift immortal horse. The god Poseidon sired Arion while he was in horse-form. Arion can be found the Iliad.