THE CENTAUR

In the glades and in the glen
Where the light falls dappled green
Through the oak and elm he treads
Come to taste the silver stream
And he kneels the water by
And he cups his gentle hands
Water sparkles wher it spills down his arms in shining rills
Thirst quenched, the centaur stands

Dear gods, he moves with such sweet grace
Bare-chester wild and strong
Master of all this forest place
His breath his blood his song -
I desire his breath his blood his song.

On four silver hooves he treads
Leaving crescent marks behind
And the beauty of his form
Would leave lesser creatures blind
As he gathers breath to run, ah to run
The very wind would lose the chase
And the power in his arms that draw the bow and loose the shaft
Would I were in their embrace

Dear gods he moves...

Let the forest sing his name
Will he ever whisper mine?
Let the stars unfold to him and to me
That our futures are entwined
I would run the whole night through
Moonlit by his moonlit side
Salt to salt and flank to flank as each others' gaze we drank
The centaur and his centaur bride

Dear gods he moves...