Thoroughbred

I dreamed I was riding
on a red horse with a white blaze
along the perimiter of a rectagnular park.
The grass was green and alive
I could tell though it was evening.
Old hanging iron lanterns lighted our way.
I felt safe and fulfilled.

We cantered as if in slow motion

and I had no fear. No fear at all.
I have yet to find
my red horse with a white blaze