Dreams of Wild Horses
Stallions in the night
The horses were of all colours,
From grey, to white, black and brown.
There were wild black stallions in the night,
Galloping into the forest and the trees.
Filling his heart with joy at the sight.
With manes flying in the furious breeze.
In the dream he saw those horses,
All galloping towards some place in time.
New worlds with better ranges and clime.
The horses seemed to notice him,
Although it was all just a vivid dream.
In their eyes there was a knowing gleam.
Two horses charged around on the field,
They circled him in the corral where he stood.
He could not move he was like a block of wood.
He was amazed by the power of the animals.
There was beauty and majesty in his sight.
Riding horses filled him with pure delight.
There were horses wild, free and alive.
The open country was where they thrive.
In his dream every horse had some meaning.
He saw his life in every stage and he knew them well.
The horses were symbols and he could only tell.
A life of passion is a horse that rides so well.
