Sylvia

Ariel’s hoofbeats pounding
Along the trail she flies
Escaping Hughes and heartbreak
The sorrow in her life

And as the beast moves faster
Head down, she trusts her guide
A veil of calm descending
On the world that rushes by

Mane through fingers grasping
Loins grip to the ride
Holding onto sanity
By verses in her mind

Together they are moving
Towards something, yet away
Creator of such beauty
Conquered by the pain.