Sometimes
I long to soar away
with Pegasus
He of the shining wings
who
caught perpetually in a flash
of splendid silver flight
calls me
to forsake the earth beneath me
and swirl away eternity amid
the stardust of my dreams
But he, too, is a prisoner
pinned forever
to the evening sky
At once
a fleeting vision of
what may be
and a fixed reminder
of what is
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