Sometimes at night I see you riding by
Upon your wee white pony in the sky.
Star-spurred and in your hand a moonbeam rein
You canter over Heaven's silvered plain.
You laugh at little stars that dare to peep
And twink at you before they fall asleep
In cloud-draped trundle-beds. I see you smile
As Lady Moon gives her caress, the while
My arms are aching for the feel of you.
Ride often darling, through the starry blue,
And should you tumble from your moon-white steed
The mother-angels there will tend your need.
Montana Poetry Quarterly
