White Horses

Just beyond the horizon
utopia waits
a thousand years between
has no depth or meaning
to fill the void
… the longing.

An unwinding stream flows
through my world of blue
on its voyage to meet
distant stars which
haunt my nights
with whispers from

Ocean surf brings the
wild horse’s I ride upon to
drift away on evening tides
time after time.

Out of the depths
profound passion joins
a dance of clouds
which mingle with
silver slips of moonlight
to caress that ache


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Shared with Poetry Picnic #9  Longing, Loss, Losing etc

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

11 thoughts on “White Horses”

  1. Love the white horses poem and the pic, Bren … I remember Sachalin, one of my farourites from way back when … have a pic somewhere … will have to look for it … will send it to you then … Thanks for making me smile, my friend. Love, cat.

  2. the picture of the waves with the faces of the voices really intrigued me, and to go with the beautiful verses in your poem makes it a vivid image.
    thanks for the kind comments u always leave on my page. 🙂

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