I'm Dreaming
         I'm dreaming of standing
         In a meadow bright and fair.
         The grass is flower-spangled,
         And, oh! how clear the air!

         Suddenly, from above me
         I hear a golden neigh.
         Looking up, I see a horse
         With wings of white and gray.

         Crystal eyes fathomless,
         He alights on the grass.
         Kneels down, and snorts-
         A sound of brass.

         I am hesitant
         To trust the pegasi.
         This whole dream is wild.
         Can I really fly?

         The flying horse whickers and,
         Stomping his hooves on the ground,
         Flaps his wings and whinnies-
         It's a lovely sound.
         And then I am mounting
         The powerful wing so long.
         The Pegasus bounds forward
         And I'm caught in wingsong.

         The landscape wheels beneath us,
         The landscape of my dreams.
         We rise into the clouds.
         How far away it seems!

         The heavens are too bright
         To stare at directly.
         So gradually, I become aware
         Of the country below me.

         I see deserts and oceans,
         A heaving sea of sand.
         A golden forest where dryads
         Frolic is near at hand.

         A canyon that spans a river
         And quartz mountains meet my
         Eye. Then everything is lost
         As we soar into the sky.

         My mount begins to buck.
         Flicking his tail, he dances.
         I cling desperately to his mane
         As through the sky he prances.

         Air and earth trade places
         As we somersault down.
         Then skim like swallows and
         Shoot to the sky's crown.

         At last he lands
         And nickers soft and low.
         I slide from the sleek back.
         Waving a hand, I watch him go.

         Then the tug of the world
         Pulls through the fantasy.
         I surface to wakefulness, but
         The dream's still a part of me.