Fifth Dream About You Poem by Diana van den Berg

Fusion thoughts,
three dogs who came to me
and my saying
there isn’t another you
and Chrisjan saying all horses are different
and it wasn’t you
and it was you
without your
youthful star
or your mature cross
and your coat wasn’t
the right colour
- nice, but not the beautiful, rich, golden brown -
and you were clipped
and we never clipped you – not ever
- you didn’t like the sound
and you didn’t need it anyway -
but it was you, while not you,
and you came to me three times
just like the three dogs
- strange dream -
disturbing and not,
but when I awoke
I knew it was a dream
- thank you for that.
You always understand,
even from beyond the grave.

(24 March 2007)