Eye of the Stallion

Fields of grass and oats stir,
their lengthening shadows
wait for me under moonlight.
I feel the stars in my eyes—
the spirit of Pegasus; his hooves,
the same pounding in my heart.
I see stardust lift in the wake
of his gallop among the galaxies.
I hear your prayerful whispers,
your longing questions, but know
that I will rise in the dawn, corral
the dark fields beyond the grave,
and wait for you.