by Christian Ward
You thrash like a wild horse
in your sleep. The corral
of dreams not enough to hold
you. What of the prairies
of stars? The meadows
of galaxies? Deserts of dark
matter? Wherever you’ll run,
I’ll reign in the night to let you
aspire to whatever you were
meant to be.
© Christian Ward
Christian Ward (he/him) is a UK-based poet with recent work in Southword, Ragaire, Okay Donkey, The Madrigal, AEOS, The Galway Review and Roi Faineant. Two collections, Intermission and Zoo, available on Amazon and elsewhere.
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This is lovely. I also sleep with a wild horse most nights 🙂
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