Horse Poet


Between My Horse's Wings - Poem by Horse Poet

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As I ride over the ocean and sea
My muscles tense as I hold
My skin red from the windy cold
Flowing past the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
I revel in this dangerous ecstasy
A silvery mane blows in my face
Blown back, by the wind we race
Born on by the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As we fly through the air swiftly
My face is lifted toward the sky
Arms outstretched, wind rushing by
The beating of the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
Faster and faster, we seem to fly
The wind tugging at my body
As I look to the heavenly bodies
Shining on the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse’s wings


Comments about Between My Horse's Wings by Horse Poet

  • Rookie Diane Violet (9/15/2006 10:55:00 PM)

    I love horses, even better one with wings. Enjoyed this very much. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Scarlett Treat (9/13/2006 9:04:00 PM)

    I would say - this is a very real fantasy, and well told. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 15, 2010


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