**Dreaming of a Winged Steed**
Dream
In slumber’s realm, a dream takes flight,
A vision of a steed, with wings of light.
Its mane flows free, a silken thread,
Its hooves adorned with silver tread.
With wings unfurled, it soars above,
Through clouds of gold, a celestial dove.
The wind whispers secrets in its ear,
As it gallops through the heavens clear.
Its eyes gleam bright, with ancient lore,
A guardian of dreams, forevermore.
It carries me away to distant lands,
Where imagination’s boundless sands.
I’m lost in wonder, as it takes its flight,
My spirit soaring with all its might.
The world below fades into view,
As I embrace the dream that’s true.
Through starry skies, we dance and glide,
A bond unbreakable, side by side.
The winged steed, a symbol of grace,
A reminder that dreams can find their place.
So let me dream, of this ethereal steed,
Whose wings grant freedom, a boundless creed.
May it inspire me, to reach for the skies,
And chase my dreams, as they arise.
