Dark Souvenir

A room,
Silent from a sacred dream, fragrant in soulful dancing,
Feels real in the moonlit frame of the doorway desert while
I smile at the sound of hooves beating down the dusty path and he is here!

My shadowy souvenir

I smile at him, his dark hair gleaming with charm and long ago magic
he says: "Hello my love, your dream is over and your illusion is real..."

We walk the white horse in the moonlight mile,
Breathless...

"'Stay awhile! My wild love"