Waiting

Waiting………….
For what……………
I’m never quite sure.
Whatever it is
It never really comes
But there’s a waiting
A wanting
That never leaves me.
Or am I kidding myself
I know what it is
It’s just admitting it
To myself.
Nobody else
Really has to know
Just the little girl
Inside
She knows
It’s her dream
You see.

Kaz

Moving On

I rode through the golden sunset
Upon a horse of silver radiance
I floated along on the tide
Of iridescent clouds hanging in the sky
I looked down on the green land
Where a rainbow touched gold
I saw the lake shimmering
As a fish leapt into the air
I breathed in air fresh and crisp
As the breeze ruffled my hair
I turned to look at where I had been
And knew I couldn’t go back again
As the horse danced its way along
Sparks of florescent light in its wake
I let the horse do what it wanted
And felt it move through the night
I felt the exhilaration and laughed in delight
I felt freer than I had ever felt in my life
Even if this was a dream,
And I’m pretty sure it was
The memory of that ride on my silver horse
Makes me wish for the dream again tonight.

Kaz