© 1997 Katrina
In my dreams
we rode crystal stallions
through an enchanted forest together
to a magical place of gardens and waterfalls,
and as we floated through them,
the mysteries of youth everlasting
and true friendship were revealed.
It was a land of intoxication.
Like bewildered foals we frolicked
through a fantasia,
though tied to invisible threads of emotion....
for how can we rest until
the secret has been dispelled?
Suddenly in the twilight,
a bit of sinking sun spread a dusty, pink-orange
across the horizon
like an illuminated blanket of hope.
In silence a winged creature
formed a mirage in the dusk.
With a sense of urgency
we ride like the wind
into a sprinkling,
beckoning veil of rose petals
that fade across the sky.
But we are like oak trees
gaping at our own shadows
which we can never grasp.
Then a sudden profound thought sends
an earthquake through the center of our beings,
and like a chain reaction, the glowing meadows crumble
into fragments of love..passion..despair...confusion.
A thrashing yet soothing whirlwind of wisdom picks them up
scattering them all around the horizon of our souls.
Then finally in the shady, purple depth
of a flower scented aftermath,
there emerges an ocean of memories that shrink from words...
And the realization that the real treasure of life
lies in the beauty of a moment.
We were there.