Queen and Consort

Tonight the air is crisp and clean and the sky is clear.
The full moon, Queen of the Night, is joined only by the brightest stars, peers of the realm.
And a grey horse, now white as a luminescent pearl, is no longer merely horse, but Horse.
No longer flesh, blood and bone.
But spirit.
Ethereal.
Mythical.
Mystical.
Eternal.
I look at him and think
If I could take a picture of my soul
Might it not look
Just like this?

sj