In a dream I saw an eagle aloft
Struggling with some unseen prey
When in pursuit of the bird
Flew the great wingèd horse

As black as sculpture in obsidian
The sunlight gleaming off its glossy flanks
No need for galloping motion
The huge wings drove it forward

After a moment out of sight
The horse returned but now a radiant white
Was there then a team of chargers
And why the troubling opposites

The steed returned again black as before
I yearned to tell the people of horse and eagle
Of the miracle just overhead
The flight by now in a far corner of the sky

I never exposed the dream to myself as dream
But rejoiced in the impossible
The horse never struck me with its hoof
I never thought to wish for such a blessing