Dream Rider...

Darkness falls, my eyes are heavy,
reality fades, my mind adrift.
A sudden sound, what is that?
Can it be the hooves of a horse.
The sound so clear, its rhythm
matches the beating of my heart,
faster then slower.

From the fog of sleep I sense
the movement, slow at first, then quick.
Its shape is vague but then more clear.
A horse and rider is there but not there.
A vivid image without substance,
real, yet transparent.

The rider faceless yet his eyes
burn into my soul. Mouthless yet
his words strike fear in my heart.
I try to wake but I’m frozen with fear.
“It’s time” says the rider. I look away,
hoping to wake.

My racing heart screams, my body
writhes in pain, I call on hope to
take me away. Again I hear “it’s time”.
I cry out for life, I cry out for love.
The fog clears, the rider fades.
Once again I’m saved by the rising sun.