pawed the earth near the rose garden
in the perfumed mists of day
as if he had something to say.
we rose in our dream sleep accordingly there
sleep walking in our flower quilted housecoats
from last Christmas and
under an indigo sky fast becoming
shell pink. what do you think
I dream spoke to my sister but
she was still playing the piano
in the air, her piano of everywhere
pale green and practicing, practicing
while the many coloured horse stood respectfully
and listened for the silver sounds.
oh why have you come and whither have you run from
I wanted to say in dream speech but could not find the words.
but the dream horse, many coloured cloud horse not at all
loud horse escapee from the carnival
heard me o
and snuffled among the rose bushes
happy he had come home.
mary angela douglas 21 april 2016