If wishes were horses and saddles were dreams
I'd capture a filly and treat it with care
And make the best saddle with love as the means

I'd fashion the pieces so intricately
That the faeries of yore would bend to my will
Granting my heart's desire for eternity

And in your embrace as the eons did pass
My dreams no more harnessed and would be set free
To wander the heavens, not wishes but fact

June 17, 1999

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