Grab hold of black hair.

Rhythm of breath and speed.

A universe of power and antiquity all rest upon the tiniest of ankles.

An impenetrable life straight from Gods most beautiful thought.

Drinker of wind is what I see.

Giant eyes that own all of the world.

Blanched light surrounds a coat of coal.

An arc of midnight follows its high steps.

My eyes follow the camber above its throat.

I almost ache from its absolute perfection.

For all its beauty and all its might,

It has the grace and benignity of an earthly seraph.

Thank you, dear animal for the drink my eyes take of you.

Thank you for your radiance.

Thank you for the steps your feet take.

Thank you, gentle horse, thank you.