Silver Savannahs

The earth felt flat as the plains stretched endlessly
The moon painted silver shadows on the dark canvas of the solid earth
The clouds shimmered and the stars dazzled
My eyes looking upward at the sparkling celestial abyss, reflected their brilliance
But within they were as empty as the plains.

I casted a long ward glance out of the window of my eye waiting, waiting
as always...

For the soft thud of the silver stallion, riding like the wind, with its silvery mane framing its silhouette with a halo
For the rider of that stallion, with his cloak flying madly behind him
For the rider of the wind, galloping eagerly through the Savannahs
For the rider, whose eyes brim with silver light, and whose teeth gleam in virgin white within the velvet like pink lips.
For the rider, weaving in like a summer bee, through the scant trees strewn over the canvas.


I casted a long ward glance out of the window of my eye waiting, waiting
as always…

For firm hands to whisk me away from the silver earth beneath my silver slippers
For tender hands to mount me on the stallion
For soft, sweet breath over my neck comforting me when the wind slaps me across my face
For those eyes, embedded in silver to gaze at my head and untangle the sliver threads of my emotions
For my heart to race with the steady pace of the stallion.

I casted a long ward glance out of the window of my eye waiting, waiting as always for my rider, who rides in the silver Savannah's of my mind.