The Leaden Stream

I dream for the equable hour

and the dream became a river

a stream of running lead

I felt its timeless flow

and its ageless strain

to burden me I sat on the grey bank

sand I watched passing of waves

And the stream bore a body

pale and quiescent wench

a bride came with the tides

eyes open unseeing

were of same colour as the stream

I pondered this solemnly

And the earth shook my thoughts

and the river went running red

as a mountain falling heavy

a hoof struck the ground

I turned to see

and behold

spanning from horizon

to zenith of the sky

a mare rearing its legs

foremost reaching above clouds

hinder trampling the earth

casting an ancient rhythm

and this earth resounds...