1982
I saw him only a moment.
He was poised as if in mid-flight.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
Then he was gone.
Had I dreamt that I saw him?
He was perfect and lovely,
An ideal.
Never again did I see him,
That perfect little white horse.
The horse of legend and story -
The symbol of good and pure.
Again I shall see him
When my life is through.
He will come to me,
Take me away -
Away....
Please View and Sign My Guestbook
Back to Debbie Palmer
![]() |
© 1998-2002 Debbie Palmer.
|
|