Rocking Horse

If wishes were you,
you'd be still, peaceful.
No room for you on the
library floor
to tip forward -
and then rear back,
locked in the half-moon
of gravity's track.
~
If wishes were horses
like you
I'd take you travelling
with me
and leaving that library floor
you'd see
a million stars
a million roads,
paths crossing the orbit
of your lunge-reigned heart.
~
If wishes were you
silver dreamer
I'd take you,
you'd be mine.