'My Epona'
In my dream i breathed her; while fast asleep,
And after she woke me, her dreams i did keep.
The thundering hoofbeats, the sweat on Her mane,
As We coursed over oceans to her wheat woven plain.
We clattered down mountains with sparks at our heels,
And galloped past graveyards as church bells made peels.
As we worked our way up to our Brighid's bright light,
The moon fell to earth and the day fell to night.
Then stopped on a cloud and in tears i made troth,
That my heart beat for hers; while hers beat for us both.
dj - 2012
image Epona from Allerey (Côte d'Or, Bourgogne, France) from http://www.epona.net/depictions.html
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