Dreams for Children

I see a  little pony

Whiskers stiff and shining

Back strong and sturdy

But head heavy and sad

Crackling in the ceiling, whistling in the fire place

The little pony sparkles through the midnight air

Pink, purple eyelids, silver white tongue steaming

Golden saddle glistening with a flowing mane

My dreams are like little ponies

Dancing on the hilltops

Fresh as mistletoe in the morning

And running gleefully through the plains

Fleeing from the molten sky

Flying wingless into the night

Far and long you travel

Twisted uncharted you can be seen sliding throughout this fevered world

Clicking and clattering among the stars they dance on the precipice of fear

Making all the dreams of children

Alas a little pony prayer

12/26/2010