Love, Untold....

The non-stop sounds keep me awake,
The hooves tap on the ground, up and down,
Up and down they go, at a constant pace,
They would probably wake the sleeping trees up,

And they did, as I could see,
A few trees woke up and billowed at us,
And a few younger ones smiled,
Probably glad to have got some “mobile” company.

He came jumping then, out of his perch
And landed on my left hand,
His huge saucer-shaped eyes spoke to me,
As if that wasn’t enough, his mouth did too,

He was a happy creature, happy and felt blessed,
He was in love, deep in love, with one not from his clan,
He had seen a round white face, as round as his own eyes,
He had seen this face, amongst the green leaves and the bright stars.

He was in love with the moon, and not for a moment,
Did he think that she was out of his league,
Maybe she wasn’t, maybe love had no leagues,
Maybe it just makes perfect strangers, not so strange.

He said he gets out of door every day, only after
Her milk light enters his nest to invite him,
He said the first thing he sees when he gets out
Is her face. Fair and round or faded yet fair.

He does not get out, no matter how hungry
Or thirsty he was, once a month,
Not that he was afraid of the darkness,
It was a fast to mourn her absence.

I asked him if he had ever spoken to her
About his love for her,
He replied in the negative, and turned his head away,
He said, he wanted her to be happy,

Said that love wasn’t always a shared feeling,
He believed that she was happy, where she was,
She was his ladylove, but he remained a mere admirer,
In her books, and he wanted it to remain that way.

My horse and I have strode many a road since then,
We have been rolling stones while being two ourselves,
But his love refuses to fade from my memory,
Perhaps untold love is always sweeter.