I will ride my dreams, red horses,
through dark billows of the night,
and blue horses in the green and gold of day,
following the scent, bee-kissed, of roses
and the honey taste of glycine on the wall.
I will paint a sky of rainbow mist, pearl
nacre like the deep gems of the sea,
where seals play and the dolphins sing.
I will ride my dearest blackbird-singing dreams
and fill them with the dashing verve of ‘when’,
not let the timid caution of life’s ifs
dash them like cold salt water on black cliffs.