Blonde Faith

That golden Celtic princess
Of a sun that will not fade
No matter how much the orbit
Falters and degrades
Shrugging me further
Out into space than I ever meant to be
Astride my tired dispirited nag
Who still dreams himself
Some bygone steed he never really was
As I dream of emerald green seas
In which I never really bathed
But out here there is that oft-rumored
Freedom
I dimly suppose