The sound of silent hoof beats
Comes thundering across my sky
As the invisible image of Pegasus
Speedily gallops by
Unseen and unheard by mortals
But nevertheless he is there
Prancing for all the God's to see
His beauty beyond compare
Of course mortals like me can see him
But we have to close our eyes
And imagine with the purest hearts
Then he'll come racing through our skies
Yes - It's easy for me as a poet
For my mind is full of dreams
And sometimes I even ride him
Because my fantasies reach extremes
I pity those whose existence is mundane
Without fantasy and fairies in their lives
Missing out on so much joy
Plus the happiness that's derived
They see poetry just as typed out words
And are not able to cavort amongst their dreams
For them there is no Pegasus - Just monotony
And a life of endless screams
