I saw the sunset through the mist
And I stopped to listen...
The buzz of the fire-flies hummed softly round
I could hear hoof beats on the ground.
The sun was going down behind the hill
The sky was a graceful pink.
Horses danced to the music in rhythm and pace
Then stopped.
Dusk turned to evening
Evening turned to night,
All I could see
Were the stars shining so bright.
The last thing I heard
Was the whisper of whistles
Though I couldn't catch the words,
I went to bed
And slept until morning,
The dream still in my head.