White winged horse

The white winged horse that makes me fly away,
dreaming so high, 
enjoy its companionship
as the pure feeling of freedom.
The white winged horse, 
happy to meet life in all its faces.
In desert full of nothingness
she comes steadily,
no hesitation,
towards me to walk next to me.
Pure invitation to utopialand
to conquer the whole universe
and make it feel the joy of it all.

What about the box?
You did not ask, let me tell you.
The big strong wooden box, 
not easy to break apparently,
with a few iron garments on its surface,
close but unlocked,
clear invitation to open it up,
if you are curious enough,
and have a look inside.
Inside, totally different from outside,
with red velvet covering every single corner of it,
making you feel so smooth and comfortable,
with total conviction that could leave your valuables there, 
that nothing will happen to them.
Appearance is what you see and judge
inside true is what you get 
if you dare to enter.