I dream a dream
of witches and poppies,
where knights in shining armor
fight legions of armies.
Where sunlight is filtered
through smoke and fire,
from dragon breath
and warlocks ire.

I see a field
of daisies and posies
where pixies play
with one horned ponies.
Where wishes come true
and peace is unbroken
while tree filtered sunlight
cast shadows to hide the unspoken.

I ask myself,
which is true?
Do I follow the light
or is darkness my due?
I stand on a precipice
of right or wrong.
I put my foot forward,
close my eyes, step down.
My destiny Fates have chosen,
my waiting done.

~ 2014 Heidi Barnes