Dream
To be a slave to God
Be blessed with a good ending
That rose to the sky
To drink out of the hand of the Prophet
To be accompanied by friend and Farouk and Osman and Zubair and al-Jarrah and Zaid bin Affan and ....
Ondhar that to your face cream
Out on the front verandah
We'd share a bottle of silence
And watch a twenty-eight in the dead Jarrah tree -
Neither of us thinking of the death that was to be.
I'd produce a flask of wit
And you'd follow with a chuckle -
The low, breathy kind,
Like a 'packet-a-day' kookaburra
Just beginning to wind up.
No, not much to say,
All said in our glasses
As we sit
And wait...
For the long, quiet night.
A wonderful horse, waiting for me
As beautiful as horses can be
A chestnut, red as Mars
When she jumps up, she hits the stars
A deep brown eye, like jarrah wood
When I give her aids, she does what she should
This horse is the only one for me
I'll ride her from Queensland to Northern Territory
This horse and I, when we meet first
I will ride her for all I'm worth
She'll gallop so fast, it really is frightening
This horse goes by the name of Lightning
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