Danielle N. Calhoun

WHICH WAY?

Riding in the night,
On a magical steed,
A young girl is riding,
In this magical dream.

A steed white as snow,
With a mane that flows,
And a horn that glows,
Colors of the rainbow,
In this quiet dark night.

They ride to the sky,
With its limitless view,
They ride to the Moon,
As in all the dreams,
They always seem to do.

The moonbeams are glowing,
As bright as the stars,
They walk along the moonbeam path,
Knowing not where they are going.

Soon the reach,
A fork in the path,
In this sky dark as night,
Where the stars are their only light.

One leads to light,
The other to a void,
Which way do they go?
They walk along,
Not knowing.

They soon make a choice,
And sunlight they do see,
Then she wakes up,
From this nighttime dream.