I dream upon a weary night

I see a rather wondrous sight

A horse of gold and jewels inlaid

Alas it soon begins to fade.


A castle comes upon me then

At gates there stand some fighting men

I ask about the horse I’d seen

‘A horse of God’s it must have been’


I wander down along a river

It’s sunlight ebbing makes me quiver

And then across the bank, just there

I come across a speaking hare.


It hopped and jumped and raised it’s paw

‘I see you the saw the horse I saw!

A horse of Gods it is indeed

Indeed a rather special breed


No man may cross to Gods domains

Where this horses wonder reigns

Unless! No greed is seen within

A golden horse will see this sin ‘


The hare turns tail and runs away

And there I am alone to stay

In what now is an autumn sky

Above a forest, way up high.



I sat and soon there came

The horse! The sun glint on it’s gold a flame

I stroke his emerald mane and tail

It’s hooves a shimmering opal pale


I glance into the horses eyes

And wonder where’s and how’s and why’s

I come to realise as I stare

That of gold and gems I little care


I awake and feel a sense of loss

I wonder, in the dream , amongst the moss

Would the golden horse have let me play

In Gods kingdoms , far away?