The dark horse

High up above the valley, on the top where no thought expects to tread

Far from the usual flowing pathways through my head

I spied the dark horse.

“It’s her, I know it’s her!” in realised amazement at what I’d found

My mind had wandered up this way mulling over the ground

When conclusions rapidly snapped and ran their course.

She’d always had a slightly restless pace - in case I’d breached her disguise?

She’d always turned away - so to hide her soul-written eyes?

The reality hit me with a force.

I slipped quietly from the enchanted glade of mystery

And strode down into the valley, her secrets safe with me 

A spring in my gait, a wistful smile, but no reason for remorse.