The midnight Horseback Rider

The moonlight was sneaking in
through the gap in the curtains and sat silently
on my bed when a sudden tippy-top, tipity-top
of the horse's hoofs hummed on the road outside
my window. My impulse was to see who it is
but remained in my bed, charmed by the 
unusual equestrian rhythm, and lest 
it might stop if I moved. Smooth and steady
cadence, alternating walk and trot; someone 
must be practicing equestrian gate;
passionate performance, driven by a skillful
conductor. The sound faded away
as the rider and horse moved down the road.
Only then did I catapult to the window.

The moon was on the treetop, shinning on the
empty street; im my head, the horse's gate still echoed;
the rhythmes from the past dream.
Even in my old age, the rhythms from
the past dreams are still drumming
in the deep of night, like the
midnight horseback ride on a moonlit street.  

© Byung A. Fallgren