Pegasus Sunrise

      

I was wide awake this morning; came

to see a sunrise in your shining eyes,

and you and I hacked a trail together,

forgot all worldly pretence

or disguise;

with nothing to hear but the sound

of you; your even breath in the early dew,

we watched the summer come,

and visit for another day;

and I let you choose the way,

at the crossroads, so long

as we could go with haste;

see, I wanted to beat that dawning

haze, to the top,

and watch true splendour,

from the edge

of the valley; I wanted to feel your breath

on my neck and marry

all my thoughts

to this ancient kiss of the breeze,

before any

of the angel-leaves

begin to turn or are tempted to fall.

I wanted us to have it all, just one more time,

to wind my fingers

in your hair and stare out

before the aching sunrise

begins to hide again

in the forever-fog; I wanted

just another

chance to watch,

and feel heat in the rays,

to leave us a memory of our

summer days and all I have seen

with you…

and I listened then

to only your hooves

as I drove you, gently, home;

soon, what of our mornings, Pegasus,

when this late summer is gone?