Upon a White Horse

I feel that but a moment goes by,

between reality and dreams,

but the dream world can give us,

what in the real one we may lack,

in dreams, we can soar and fly,

never looking back,

on the everyday.

Even a chance,

to sit upon a white horse

and fly up so very high.

Dreams can release us,

from the chains that bind,

bring us into new and unexplored worlds,

let us be who we’re not.

In my dream, I sat upon a white horse

and rode far into the world beyond,

fluffy clouds of silver and gold,

gently rolled by.

There were voices,

calling out to me,

longing to be heard

and my horse and I rode far up into the sky.

My heart rejoiced for this midnight ride,

we took among the twinkling stars,

I’d take that ride once again,

to be a part of the eternal sky,

the moon and the stars,

the heavens just beyond reach.

Then my horse flew down,

upon a glorious beach with golden sand,

I was still holding onto its mane with my trembling hand,

beneath us now waves of azure blue –

lapped against the shore.

There were seashells,

that played the melodies of the sea,

upon craggy cliffs,

mermaids sang songs of love,

then jumped and disappeared,

among the rolling waves.

My horse gently neighed,

it was time to fly,

the last I remembered –

we were flying into the sun.

Then it was time my horse knew,

to return me to reality,

the waves upon the water down below,

began to glitter,

like thousands of tiny colorful diamonds

and  I awoke to a new and shining morn.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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