Orange neon Stars

He was the most stable of my male cousins. He held many  a crush. But he married the one he loved.
I was the only one who knew years before that he would love and marry the one he loved.
We were close enough to share hopes, dreams and the wildest possible imagination during our annual vacation meetings.
I was nine years old and he an year ahead always found me a good deposit for secrets.
 I sat on a narrow compound wall swinging my feet while he swung on the green gate in rhythm to my feet.
He and I shared a terrifically wild imagination.
He began the wild dream of his first, " When I see her stars will flicker, bells will ring and a horse will stand outside"
I felt thrilled to think up that picture.
I whispered with bated breath, "why the horse?"
He didn't like my interruption and continued, "A white horse it will be. And the stars will flicker, the bells will ring and I will see her, my ladylove. this is how love happens," he pauses and looks at me, " Do you want to change the colour of the horse?"
I tell him, " Yes, brown"
He is male and so he says egotistically, " That may be your man . My lady will be of the white horse"
I shrug away disagreement.
My strange head was too preoccupied across the years to ever fall or rise in love.
Years down, I walk down strange roads.
Stars didn't flicker, bells didnt ring but....
Orange neon lights flicker, sometimes a distant bell rings...well no horse appeared so far and well no man on feet or  horseback either.