The Dark Horse of Sleep

Horses st Dusk by Mary Hills

The Dark Horse of Sleep

I fill my pockets with sugary apples
begin the walk down dim roads
that lead me to night’s pasture

stars sing questions
above grass-scented fields
fireflies blink answers

the dark horse of sleep
grazes in the distance
unmoved by this beauty

I stop, stand very still
a juicy red globe shining
in my outstretched hand

I wait, bare feet digging into the dirt
clouds pull their curtains across the sky
silence wanders near

my arm grows weary
a peach horizon douses the moon
small birds begin their song

I awake, wet with dew
rubbing dreams from my eyes
my pockets empty

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