Ildra's dream,

a magnificent, white mare;

flying on the wind with her best friend.


dusty roads, out of the way trails

and soothing, cool green pastures.

Stopping occasionally to rest and watch

the fluffiest of clouds float by on their heavenly journeys . . .

Not a care in the world.

Butterflies and dragonflies dotting the golden fields

as they float from their magical currents back to Earth.


in total freedom to ride the wind,

with absolute love for the mighty heart and pure muscle

gliding beneath her body.

Swaying to the rhythm of beating hooves and her heart.

Dreams as big as the deep blue sky . . .

captured in time

for the tiny whisp of a girl

on her beloved



Joyce Burns, 2010