Silver Horse When I come in my dreams to a house I’ve never seen before I have a tendency to look for the exit door. Cause I never know it may be that house again I never know I never know. When I come in my mind to a stream that’s running gently I have a tendency to run like a frightened deer. Cause I never know it may take me to that ocean again I never know I never know. I usually stay away from being carried away But one day I saw a silver horse. I though he might take me to that somewhere high I thought he might take me to that deep blue sky. Then I came to realize that the horse had no wings. "No wings well it wasn’t so bad you know." I learnt to travel the world around And run on the ground in the springtime And that’s the story of a wandering soul That’s the story of a dreamer. by: José Duarte