I was shocked when I saw I had sprouted some wings; all at once I felt like Pegasus, of all things. Iridescent with power to lift me on high; with these magical wings I could suddenly fly. So I spread out my wings to assess every part; in the glow of the sun I saw rainbow light start. Then as colors unfolded in rays of the sun, like a rider and horse, wings and I were as one. O so soft were my wings--such delight I can’t feign! They reminded me much like a horse’s fine mane. And the wings had a rhythm along with such grace; with such power perhaps they were tapping subspace. There I was in a gallop traversing the air; I had no destination, but I didn‘t care. I was lord of creation with flight at my will; with my newfound physique I was lost in the thrill. I looked down as I flew over river and road, and I got a great sense how the pace of life flowed. I saw eagle and cattle and hedgehog and horse-- on the power of wings I adjusted my course. It was rather on instinct, this course that I flew; on such mystical wings I flew steady and true. It is often good fortune that destiny brings; I was home when I saw the white horses with wings. 24 Lines |