Tonto Muses By the Grave (in Hexameter * )
All the nights and days of endless dream and legend,
He and I would ride across a dusty plain,
Never home or child for either one of us -
Rare, light kisses, chaster than a sigh, for him;
I had savage innocence, all passion-free.
By his grave I sit like any loyal pup,
Waiting for our dream to fade from mortal minds.
Freed to my own fate at last, to seek my star,
All I find to dream, so far, is: no more dust, and
Somewhere may I find a kiss, that's just for me.
This was written on a dare, in a poetry workshop. It is trochaic hexameter, meaning each line has seven units of two syllables, the first syllable accented and the second syllable unaccented.