When I lay down to sleep
Visions of running horses,
In my slumber so deep,
Gallop through my mind
I dream of running my hand
Through the silky mane
Fingertips feeling every strand
Of that long black hair
I picture myself on his back
My face pressed into his neck
The wind pulling my hair back
As the dream goes on…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem