Morn new-born, and thunder rang
From horses’ hooves, who came to claim
The right to adore a princess lored;
The Lady had advanced.

Two pair of eyes, human-formed, homage
Paid, and thoughts rapported; circle danced
And forelegs flared – upon still air;
The Lady had advanced.

As once she’d creed, the band be freed,
They paid fealty to mistress-mother,
Great grandson’s eyes … accepted skies;
The Lady had advanced.

Morn old-born, your voice still rings,
From horses hooves, and timeless wings,
You smile with grace, and reached embrace,
The Lady has advanced.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/20/05