Ride Often Darling

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