The Mane Event
While walking through a forest late one day ,
I chanced upon a wonderous sight to me .
Into a pool where peacefull waters lay
There stepped a mare from out behind a tree .
Her back to me , she gently slipped beneath
The surface of the pool , and swam to where
A stream cascaded water like a wreath
Around a stone that sat in sunlight fair .
She reached the stone whose surface broad and green ,
She climbed upon and stood beneath the fall .
And cleansed herself by Natures oldest means
Amid the rainbows glistening off the wall .
I stood there weeping , rooted to the spot .
These tears of joy , for her sake shed alone .
Her beauty burns like candles in each thought ,
A lovely Venus , poised upon the stone .
And as she moves , her mane about her flares .
Her long black hair unfettered , without bond .
A wet and silky halo on the mare
As once again she dives into the pond .
She breaks the surface , mane spread out behind
And slowly makes her way toward the shore .
The sun's reflection , shines as if to blind .
I turn my head , the glare to take no more .
When next I look , she's standing in the glade
And donning robe of Nature's purest white .
A tree stands there to offer her its shade
As day progresses slowly into night .
She takes from pocket of her robe , a brush
And slowly works it through her tangled mane .
As night descends , the forest seems to hush ,
The waterfall the only sound , like rain .
She brushes out her long and silken locks ,
The blackness of them slowly starts tp glow .
Like a thousand diamonds strewn among the rocks
As up above the stars begin to show .
I see the moon come slowly oer the trees .
Its fullness adds a soft glow to the dew .
The mares soft singing carries on the breeze
While still she combs her cape of ebon hue .
The sounds of night begin to accompney her .
The moon ascends to bathe her with its light .
And bring a glow to all her chestnut fur .
Though without wings , an Angel in my sight .
She finishes the brushing of her mane
And quietly she sets her brush aside ,
To take a single ribbon from her train
So love and laughter will in her abide .
She takes a single lock by her right ear
And braids the ribbon in among the hair .
Then ties it with a bow that looks so dear
That shows such love that today is so rare .
Having finished , she turns and looks at me .
Gazing deep , my sight locked to her eye .
The air around her shimmers like the sea
As she fades from sight , she smiles at me goodbye .
I walk to where this lovely visage stood
And sat there with my back against the tree.
I looked around , at the now tranquil wood
And saw a silver shine among the leaves .
I stood and walked to where I saw the light ,
Never thinking of what that I might see .
A silver brush did greet me with its sight
Engraved upon its back , a simple "D" .
I picked it up and held it to my breast
And on the wind some laughter now I hear .
"A gift to you , O gallant knight , now rest
And know that I will allways hold you dear ".
And so I made my bed beneath the tree
To stare into the water long and deep .
In hopes again her face that I might see
Until I could no longer fight the sleep .
The tinkling sound of water in the night
Combined with music from the angels roll
And seen amid the splendor of moonlight
Will leave a lasting mark upon your soul .
The sun's light finally woke me on the morrow
And rising from my bed of soft repose ,
The object of my dreams had left a flower .
There lying on my sheild , a single rose .
Whysper