Once Upon a Time Poems

On a White Horse He rides

Through the blue tinted mountains
where the horizon lacks clouds,
on a white horse he rides,
bringing his strange world,
drowning in strange words,
in shining armor.

Chivalry,
chased off
the road of deeds,
exiled with
forgotten faith,
opens doors for milady,
yet leaves space
to breathe,
to cherish the spirit.

Awakened eyes,
sharper than his sword,
see for the first time.
Uncommon capability,
this dulcet approach,
grasping
a heart full of love.

Caressing dreams,
that magic of ages,
nothing pretentious.
Instead of beauty,
empathy,
when one opens
arms of tenderness
to a gentle soul.