Fairytale Dreams

A Poem by Dana W. White

Riding on his white horse with the Indian thread saddle.
Head held high, shoulders strong, headed for his ancient battle.
Insensible to rejection to wandering minds is only seen.
Inspiration to a lonely heart, to continue on this nighttime dream.

Open to live music played, as fealty to a lifelong friend.
Desperately searching for a fae that don't exsist, only in his minds land.
Territoral situation, carefully scheduled to a tee.
To stop the horrid imagination, on his lone lifes insanity plea.

Closeness is no option for the want-a-be faes that may appear.
Only one-night stand in succession to the need, are granted.
Recalled and retasted if the slightest emotion is unclear.
Unknown are the reasons to the want-a-be fae, just more seeds planted.

Never to stay the night long, only precious hours allowed.
Removed by gentle unobvious intimidation, unless resistance is pleaded.
With his fear filled mind endowed, give it up.
For change, a full brigadier general troop, is needed.

Leave with the gilded feeling, of passionable neediness, that he supplies.
Disappointment lingers when the lucid fae does not appear before Oberon's eyes.

© Dana W. White