Dusk had come to soothe the day,
Before the dark began;
When I saw the Tree Horse
Prancing in the breeze.
He was tethered to the forest edge;
That’s as far as he could go,
But the gestures of his swaying head;
Told me –
He had come for me.
Each nod traced an adventure –
Great love, with treasures found;
But just then, the wind abated,
As night consumed the shade,
Then we both realised we were rooted,
To the ground.
© (Löst Viking) (July 28th 2015) John Anthony Fingleton