The Dream
Written by Angela Dawne.
[a metaphorical poem based loosely off an idea given me by my psychology teacher]
I saw a man who stood alone
Away from other people
Though not alone because beside him
Stood four eager horses.
The first was strong and brown and short
I somehow knew his name
He was “Earth” with his mighty mane
And he stomped to confirm my thought.
The second was white- The colour of waves
Her mane was flowy and long
Her motions were light and simple indeed
Though beneath them, I saw the great strength.
The third was another brown horse though with spots
He was young and seemed rather impatient
He pawed at the dust and neighed at the man
I knew him, his name was “Life”.
The final horse stood in a corner
His dark smooth skin flowed black
His eyes bore into my soul
And I quaked at his silent judgement.
I waited to see what the man would do as he slowly took off his hat
With a gentle smile, he reached out his hand
And began to tame the horses.
Earth, he let run free and happy
Though he made sure to give him some Water.
Ocean he barely taught restraint
And handled her completely at ease.
Life he shook his head over sadly before taking his bridle in hand
Carefully he guided Life ‘round the training ground
Gentle, yet firm all the same.
The dark black stallion was left for the last
And I wondered his fate as I stood there.
The man looked the black horse straight in the eye
And commanded him to be still
The black horse froze and his eyes lost their glare
The spirit within sank low
He bird his head the man who had spoken
And the man gave a small smile.
I marvelled this man
His skills and his talent
He’d controlled the four horses with ease.
Earth, Ocean, Life, and evening the darkness-
He has it completely controlled.
Angela Dawne is a homeschooled dreamer, thinker and writer who often finds herself lost in the labyrinth of her mind.
She blogs at https://adawne.home.blog/
