Night Pony

Night Pony rides for Evermore Valley

Painted with sunset - the navel orange of dream
floating, then gliding, then landing then riding..
forever chasing the moon-soaked moment
and when it gets there - THEN

It knows it’s made it halfway
not like a unicorn - they’re much too forlorn
when their wings are clipped, however, expect friendship, love, and a chance to be reborn, for one night.
There’s no sense in looking up

Because a night rider cannot be seen
no sense tying your lasso and aiming at the sky, because,

This dark steed knows not where it’s going - or even where it’s been

But if you’re ever out on the boulevard at precisely midnight,

throw your myst in the air, clamp down your heels
and if it hears your sad echo it might strike a deal

wherein it might land, with great care, then whinny, then stare..
Into your eyes

you’ll look back
but not for too long

because you’ll embark on a journey into a mythical world (yes, it’s the wind that made you cry)
..and soon you too won't care why you've gone