Riding in from the fields of scented heather
Leaving the hills of our home behind
We entered into the city on a horse so fine.
All decked out in embroidered leather
His deep chestnut skin like satin gleamed,
His mane was the gold of a polished crown,
A white diamond shone on his brow.
Wonder of wonders, this horse, and the maid
With the sparkling eyes, were mine.
The rings on his bridle jingled
In harmony with her sweet ankle bells
As he sidled, side-stepped, pranced.
His ears flicked and turned to every sound.
The curve of his neck showed pent up power.
Who would not admire such a horse
As he insolently passed them by?
He circled and danced, lord of the ground,
An enchantment to hold every eye,
A part of the seeds of our undoing.
Such seeds there were aplenty then,
One was surely jealousy.
How could I know we rode him to our ruin.
What else did they begrudge me
While I sang the songs of my homeland,
The land I loved so well.
This city was never ours for the taking,
The world was ne’er so good to our kind
Though we were royally welcomed there.
Youth is innocent, trusting, blind.
His eyes were wild and wide,
His tail held high, a flag of joyous defiance.
His bridle caught the sun.
He tossed his head to show his fire.
His hooves rang out on the cobblestones
The horse and I moved as one
As I danced him round the town,
and the sun went down.
The Dreaming Path 