One dark Knight

Walking down the road,
through the cold night.
Whisps of breath follow me
down the path.
I try to keep warm, but nothing
seems to help.
I hear someone coming,
horse hooves clipping along,
seemingly right behind me.
My vision is foggy and right as
I collapse to the ground,
I feel someone touch my shoulder and
whisper a muffled word in my ear.
When I come to,
I am wrapped in blankets
laying in a bed by the fireplace.
Surrounding swim in and out of focus
for a moment as I fight
to regain my senses.
Once again I feel the stranger's
hand upon my shoulder.
Am I dreaming or is it real?
It is real. A famous face that
was just returning from his late night
horse run beore turining in
for the night.
I know this face, whiskered from the
hard work the day and night prior.
Ready to go, he picks me up and
together we take a ride in his tractor.
I yearn to hear the Boston accent...
Tractah, tractah tractah...
Alas, I wake from my dreams.
It was only a dream, but how desperately
I fight to get back to him.