WINTER WARRIORS
Beneath a quilt of gleaming diamonds
I close my eyes and inhale the darkness
Freezing air sears my lungs,
I gasp, and exhale small puffs of mist.
Beneath the burning flush
Of a sun-pink moon
I let my spirit soar,
Free of it's mortal chains.
In the pale gloom of dawn
My eyes drift toward a nearing sound
Out of the shadows I see their eyes,
Hear the thundering of their hooves.
They fly past, these mighty warriors,
Bodies of silk and steel, suring,
They shin, incandescent in the half light,
Such figures of fantastic power and grace.
My heart hammers in time with their hooves,
I slowly blink my eyes, they're gone
Vanished into the shimmering morning sun
That capers playfully across a flaming horizon.