Midnight's Ghost

Shadows have gathered
Silence abounds
Broken only by breathing
His steady breathing

Moon beams glow soft
As her eyes gaze up
In the darkened time
In the midnight time

She sees his pale form
Like a spectre so still
Unmoving but alive
Reflected off the shadowed gloom
Off the moss upon which he lay

Right there, so close
As her hand slowly reaches
Longing to touch his flank
Craving to caress his face

Her breathing stills
Her spirit chills
As her hand touches nothing
As her hand feels nothing

She pulls back her hand
In shock and in pain
From a love that can't move
From a love that's not there

And loneliness hits her
Her forelegs collapse
Her heart feels such pain
As she lowers herself to the ground

His eyes have now opened
His head looks around
Not seeing her
Not knowing she's there

She sees his uneasiness
Through tears now unfelt
And he heaves himself up
Scarring his soft bed with his hooves

His arms flex instinctively
As he senses a wrongness
Fear, as he rears
Striking at the air before him

His hooves pass through her
As she lies in sadness upon the earth
And he bolts into the gloom behind him
Into the shadows away from her

And silence has gathered
Now shadows abound
Broken only by soft crying
Her soft, lonely crying.

~Loneal 7Aug2000 (?)