A Chain of Beacons

Amidst the sunset’s golden hue, 

The ocean meets the sky so true, 

A wild horse gallops, untamed and free, 

Hooves that kiss the waves as they dance with glee.

A coat of soft elegance, cotton and grace, 

Alive in a beautiful stride as the ocean sprays his face. 

His mane flows with silky strands, 

An inspiring vision, oh how grand.

A salty breeze weaves through his mane,

He races through the waves, free of chains. 

Each stride, a symphony of strength and might, 

Echoes the rhythm of the ocean’s delight.

The water mirrors a spirit on fire, 

A reflection of freedom and unyielding desire. 

With a gallop toward the horizon’s embrace, 

Chasing the lowering sun as it paints the space.

And there, on the distant shore, 

Stands a lighthouse, steadfast and more. 

Its beacon awakens, a celestial guide, 

Illuminating the path and a wild one’s stride.

The light pierces the twilight’s veil, 

Guiding him home, through the ocean’s swell. 

Its glow, a promise of safety and hope, 

As he races toward destiny’s slope.

Beneath his hooves, the sands ignite, 

Each step a sprinkle of stardust so bright. 

The shoreline transforms, a shimmering trail, 

As if the universe whispers, “This moment prevails.”

May your spirit blend with the cosmic tide, 

A celestial dance, forever untied. 

So dear dreamer, let this tale unfold, 

Of a lighthouse guiding a horse in the sunset’s gold. 

In our own paths, we are guided by the light, 

As nature weaves its magic and paints a new canvas every night. 

As the waves whisper secrets along the shore, 

A dreamer listens, heart wide open, craving for more. 

For in this twilight dance of the horse, light, and tide,

Lies a symphony of wonder where spirits collide.

~by Dana Urban~Urban SoulShine Inspirations