Dream Rider

Sweeping down from his
Palace among the stars
He rides proud.
His steed, flawless white,
Pounding miles
Into so many dust storms.
Looking exactly as I dreamed him
During dark, steamy nights,
My knight rides,
Coming at last to
Claim me as his own.
My arms reach to him
My breast aches
With a need to
Hold him at last.
Nearer, nearer, nearer
Till I can feel
The hot breath of
His noble beast.
He leans down to me
And sweeps me up.
At the first touch
My heart sings!
My rider has come at last! 

Copyright 1975   J. Montgomery