The Saviour

And she saw,
From far away,
The white horse,
Her saviour gray.

Galloping together,
over the mountains.
As the clouds showered,
their nectar fountains.

As he reached her,
she blushed,
The love in her heart,
to her eyes rushed.

The horse stood,
whinnying its song,
He lifted her veil,
and admired her long.

Much as she did,
want to kiss him deep,
she knew she must wait,
and not let the joy,
to her heart leap.

He whispered words,
she could no longer hear,
She had him finally,
the one she held dear.

Together, they shall,
cross all borders.
There shall be no more spite,
and no hurried orders.

The hills shall be their home,
the flowers, their rugs.
And all they shall need,
would be said with a hug.

He whispered this dream,
as the horse bowed its head,
and together they galloped,
into the sun that set.



Categories: Grown-Up Poetry, Poetry

2 Comments on “The Saviour”

  1. Trevor
    June 27, 2011 at 10:20 pm #

    If this is what the coffee was for then it was well worth the struggle into the kitchen ;)
    This is great! Absolutely loved it, well done Neha.

  2. June 28, 2011 at 8:56 am #

    Thanks very much Trevor :) .. And yes, this is what the coffee was for. I am sat with a big pot of it next to me today. In some ways, when I write, I need coffee more than I do pen and paper :P

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