Go; ready thy horses
By the time dawn strikes like a
Shattered star falling onto sullen
Land,
We will be far from
The earth that stretches from our feet;
We will be freeing ourselves from the wounds
That hold us and fleeing to lands
That our horses can’t take us.
Trust me,
I know,
And though I clutch my pearls at death I can’t be
Fearful now, there is nothing to stop,
No one --no thing-- to defeat:
Just the land and sky.