Untitled (2008)

Not the high of first encounter, with the magnitude of stars;
Not the giants in the sky adorning Jupiter and Mars;

Not the effortful surrender of anticipated dance,
As the charging in my veins gives way to readiness and chance;

Not the galloping beneath me, the bright rhythm in my bones;
Not the flying over water or the scramble over stones;

Not the fleetingness of victory, or linger of defeat;
Not the reins soft in my fingers, or the stirrups on my feet;

Not the bittersweet returning to a place that knows me well,
With the glory shone from heaven and uncertainty from hell;

Not the blind and foolish passion, not the sacrifice of youth;
Only in the depth of your sweet face did I discover truth.