Lovesong (Unbridled)

He rode atop that mounted horse
that whinnied along into the night
on and on together, astride
wanting never to stop or tire.

He held the reins and bridle tight
so no one else could know her this way
or steer her into the dark as he would
promises lighting the way.

Her eyes were deep with the Earth's secrets,
those he longed to know but never would.
His skull containing only a ridership
of prominent vision understood.

What lie ahead she would never anticipate,
plodding and dodging her circumstance.
Trust in him would be her course
if the path be clear ahead.

They would fall together asleep one day
and exchange bodies in a dream
to conquer each the other once awake
to know the other fully, becoming joined
in ever trying, faultless as they might.

His heart, then would be in her bridle
and she, with piercing eyes would see
ahead many miles and through smiles
deep in a wall would bury him.

Even as he reared away from all that lie ahead
driving to her spoils would he be destined
to where the darkness held nothing but air.

She would gallop him to the brink of understanding
though blinders would narrow his sight
on and on, and again, on
would she reveal her endless night
to sear him in what lie ahead.

Throwing her off would he press on,
relieved of weight to leap over fences
ever wild, unbridled,
eyes watering from the wind.

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