The Black Horse Poem by Della Perry

The black horse will be waiting for me
Below the damson tree,
The day will flow into evening,
Dusk will fall over the living.
The black horse will shake his mane,
His tail will twitch.
The girl will stroke the sleek beast,
A smile plays on her lips.
The black horse will look her in the eye,
Below the damson tree.
The lightning tree, full of life,
Swaying in the breeze,
Taking the girl away from it all,
Away, where she knows she truly belongs.
The old gentleman, the black horse promise
and the lost, little girl,
Together again, as one, once dreamed by all.