Dear Dream

Dear dream in the breeze a blood rich earth,
   A running away, the silence,
Troubled sounds are only nerve-endings,
   A come back, a surprise you gave yourself.
Then in light awkward – the conscience of my sleep,
   Burst my head to greet a riding horse,
The fiercest blast, a kick, a stubborn shake,
   A tail twisted, the smell of sweat perhaps.
Before leaving as calmly as it had come,
   No clue but the quiet earth – dust sound
Scattered in the shade of an unreconciled sleep,
   Those hooves now distant were a dream untamed.

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