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I Lay My Head

I lay my head  upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding the green valleys with mountains above,
looking for hope in natures  fertile plain

A dream, a carousel  of  tears  and  pain
With bobbing horses making  a colourful train
Flying above a sure sign of hope, a dove
I lay my head 

Imagination in play as I search in vain
Why from happiness  must I abstain
My empty heart crying out to those above 
Praying each night, please bring me love 
Grabbing a handful of the silky white mane
I lay my head
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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August 27, 2013 at 3:14 PM
Wow another one I missed. This is definitely one of my favorites. I can't even make a long winded psychological comment lol, just wow on topic, imagery, and the way you used language to express everything. Great job.
Roberts Avatar
August 27, 2013 at 6:22 PM
lol glad you like it
Sirak Avatar
August 17, 2013 at 6:34 AM
Stunning poem. In its sadness is found such power.
Roberts Avatar
August 17, 2013 at 3:44 PM
Thank you Monterey,..glad it past your test.Seren
Sivey Avatar
August 15, 2013 at 10:28 PM
This is simply a brilliant and wondrous write my friend! I really enjoyed reading this lovely poem this evening! What an outstanding piece, such a fabulous poem, Great Work!!
Roberts Avatar
August 17, 2013 at 3:43 PM
Brilliant,hmmm that's too strong a word Russell,thx for commenting....Seren
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