Thunder
Booming in his ears
He rode the moonless night
Beneath his loins his charger surged
Like a wind of flesh and bone
Blood pounding, racing, sinews taught
He galloped ‘cross the moors
While lightening ripped the sky as if
To show the changes nigh.
That stallion, more than flesh and bone,
Took power from his rider
So charged was he that ragged night:
No less than Love did spur him.
He pressed his steed, they raced as one,
Flew to where she waited;
To where upon the crossroads
A righteous carriage soon would come.
Arriving wild, dismounting,
He took her hands and spoke, “I love you!
Pray, come with me now,
Be damned with right and wrong!”
His arm around her slim waist went
His lips bent down to hers
Her scent so sweet in his nostrils then
Her form so dear ‘neath his hands
Her eyes glimmered a thousand thoughts
Struggling with her heart;
Her own dreams made flesh had come
To call her in her hour.
So those two spirits in our hearts,
Long ago and now,
At the crossroads in the dark and storm,
Hang on that answering kiss.
