Beauty

And in my reverie, I rode a black horse with a long flowing mane, he carried me through a dappled forest where birds sang me songs; oh, so lush and green was the grass I wished to rest so he bowed down, sliding off him I lay in the green, I felt like I was sinking down; down into the earth and it was cool and I felt I was to be in this place, in time flowers grew over my resting place, purple, white and blue; a headstone was engraved with only my name, the name of a poet, and in another realm I dwell and wander the forest until the hour before dawn. ____________________ June 26, 2017 Lyric/Beauty Copyright Protected , ID 915726 8 Lines Of Beauty Rick Parise First Place