On Waking- a poem

dream horses 1


There is a dream without a dreamer- look
there it goes, over the hill,
where the sky meets the sand.
-A silhoette-
like a riderless horse
galloping home.

Alone, on the harsh
wind-swept plains of “reality”
the rider awakens,
blinking, in surfacing consciousness
the sun is risen,
day begun.

H.D. Kingwill

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