Sixth Dream Poem by Diana van den Berg

I had recently asked you
for a sign
that you hear me
talking to you
and in reply,
you sent me
the fifth dream
and I knew.

But your love and understanding
goes way beyond the extra mile
and that wasn’t enough for you
and so you sent me
the next miracle dream.

This time, because you couldn’t
give me a real horse
to bond with
you gave me a dream-horse instead.

The horse was also a bay,
this time with a blaze.
He was a thoroughbred,
but instead of being head-shy,
he held his head still,
in fact, he bowed it
so I could reach him better,
and he let me pat and kiss
and hug him
and explain about you
and whisper sweet somethings
- whispers to animals are never
sweet nothings.
It was as though
he was being very benignly tolerant
and affectionately understanding of my loss.

My miracle angel-horse,
you are my love and my strength.