There is no other but me—
Save Destiny, but She was with you already,
Holding you steady in your stall
And warm-kept by the wall of morrow.
You’ve not rested, I can see;
Upon my knee, I discern no sorrow
In the anxiety of your hoof-stirred straw.
Else, I’d know in the draw of your breath
If the death of boredom had slaked
Your lust for the chase.
Trust me, we both seek in the haggard
Face of time, a wrinkle through
Which to pass, a crease of rhyme and reason
As to our steepled path of pain.
We will gain it all, now, in one night’s gallop:
The truth atop a stopless stride
Through pride and penchant for dusty road;
We’ll ride, tonight and after the moon,
For the sunrise, until right and high—
With swoon and neigh,
Having strode another by and by—
We, both, will rest for what we endure
In the way and wish and wandering why
Either of us ever were.