"Pegasus" by Frances Sylverwolffe Gibbs

He makes his silent entrance

As I watch without a word,

He soars beneath the silv’ry light

On feather’d wings of bird.

He turns to face the darkened east

And slowly does he prance –

With a swish of tail, he now begins

His stately nighttime dance.

His gracefulness astounds me

As he courts the midnight skies;

He’ll call the moon to wakefulness,

And with it shall he rise.

He sings the stars a serenade

Of beauty and of love;

Enticing now the moon from depths

Below, to skies above.

I gaze upon this wondrous thing,

This guardian of the night –

And watching still, with hopes in hand,

My spirit now takes fight.

And as my soul flies on and up,

He catches at my eye,

And beckons me to follow him,

So I could learn to fly.

Resting now upon his back

And holding tight his mane,

My soul glides on, above the stars,

‘Til all the skies are plain.

And as we fly – this beast and I –

We talk of many things,

All the while the night sweeps by

Beneath his feather’d wings.

And still I soar above the stars

On this everlasting midnight stroll –

This Pegasus, he steals my heart,

Just as he steals my soul…