In my dream
my horses came
fields of them
just the same.

My chestnut mare
with the flaxen mane
all standing in line
at the apple tree gate.

In my dream
my world was young
two wild fox cubs
the hum of swallows
in the gabled barn.

In this dream
my horses came
there was no sadness
there was no blame

& life became
like my younger self
by the apple gate
in a land gone by

where they wait for me.