My Daydream

As i sit at the light I slowly slip into a daydream of wheeling on a most perfect day.
I had stopped to lock up when I saw a black shadow run across the hill top.
I looked to see what it could be, but only a seemingly impassable trail I did see.
As we my bronc and me started up the trail I saw many that fallen before thee.
Making the crest I saw it again the black shadow that beckened me.
At the top i could see thousands of silver horses welcoming me.
This must be those in victory before me.
I snapped back into realilty as the light turned green could this be the perfect weekend beckening me.