As I slept under the full moon, the ‘night mares’ came,
Galloping, whirling, in and out of shadow.
A rare and welcome visit; I must awaken enough to listen!
They are generous with their insights and wisdom.
They guide my thoughts deeply into the questions of past days, weeks, even years.
Ah, yes. Now I see.
Not all are answers; some are more questions.
The sky lightens with dawn and I arise to scribble down what I can remember,
Before it all fades in the distance, like the mares.
‘I am touched and humbled by your visit. Thank you!’
Galloping, whirling, away, into the shadows…