You appear as through rising Earth,
A fissure enlivens your small bones:
Your shadow walks darkly with saints,
Plaintively forcing that pale steed
With dappled-white hide and away
You ride wildly, reins loose, the wild
Of the forest and the night stalking
Beasts keep your time with the moon.
A cricket hiding in the ivy at my doorstep
Quietly masks his love song, longing for
The touch of his lover too rarely coming.
The stars are all there with us, lover
Of fantasy, bucking upon your breast where
This still happy creature lays to rest.
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