The Knight on the White Horse
JC Fairchild; Entertainment
Upon the stained glass I pushed, old copper frame
Sunken into cloudy skies, I waited
For the knight on the white horse
Watching garden ways, the open gates
Who bite the gate lock when the wind strikes with a storm
Of yellow daisies and purple violets
Tangling up the old wooden posts
I sat with my dinner, and ate my snacks
Food filling far from what I needed
Counted birds that swam in fountains
Who chirped and tweeted, all day spring was here
The knight on the white horse never showed
When red mountain skies rose with newness
I woke up, staring out the old window
And saw nothing more than my old drifting garden
Some now dying
Walk back to the bedroom door
Tripping over shoes, which sat brand new
I looked up and saw the knight on the white horse
Staring back at me in my turning oval mirror
My mirror swinging and turning like a weather vane on barns
