It was a raining of dreams,

like stars falling on the edges

of safe harbors, encouraging the

heroes we have inside as

visions of advancing shadows

pressed through a gray descending mist

until images of horses appeared;

their muscles burdened with motion,

running past, thundering the ground,

until blending into black curtains.

The forest is thick with trees.  Canopies

of leaves shelter the savannahs below.

There is a wide path taken by travelers

moving forward, confident of the place

they know up ahead.


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