Misted Thoughts

Abstract Fragments

Never befriend a kelpie, my mother had told me

I was six then
A child in a fluttering frock
With sunshine in my palms and the world at my feet
With not a care in life.

But that night, when I had crossed the path of time
I know not how I reached the loch
That night of eerie silence

I know this though that I was perturbed
Mildly unsettled and somehow unravelled
At the seams of my mind by things
I little care of now
When the surface beneath my toe brushed
Rubble and concrete of my abode
And I walked with a heavy heart and
A heavy mind in my head

I knew not how I would be amazed at the beauty you possessed
Like none other that my eyes had received pleasure of watching
With fingertips, afraid of grazing your soul
For I wanted you to be more than abstract fragments of folk

You neighed at the sight of me, and I giggled
And we sat beside the loch, beneath the stars
I told you fantasies of my future and the stories of my past
And I would graze your dripping mane
With the mount of my fingertips
And watch you watch me with amaze

I know not how the time flew by
And I will always remember you, I had wanted to say
Because in this world of wisdom
And power and possession
I'd never thought I'd come across someone like you again.
We talked for hours on end
And I know not when the sky turned pale
From midnight beauty to yellow dawn
We watched the sun rise up
With grass beneath our bare feet
And sunshine in our milky whites
You had pretty eyes, I remember

I looked at you and you looked at me
And I've always this bad at goodbyes
But maybe in that one night, i think you got to know me so well
That you receded back to your water grave
And I watched you become an abstract fragment
Of folk and lore
And I know not how I reached back home that morning
And I do remember telling my mother about you

It was a dream honey, let it be
She had laughed
And I had laughed too
And I know not why I did not believe her
When i had every chance to
And I know not why, every midnight
I wait at the loch for you
For you to graze your mane by my face
And for me to graze my fingernails
And for us to watch the sunrise
With grass beneath our feet and sunshine in our eyes
Till I watch you become another
Abstract figment of the mind.