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| Daniel A. Stafford | 5/16/2000 1:10:51 AM 10/14/2020 4:35:32 PM | 819 |
Star Horse
Constellations shining in the night, twinkling, laughing, so pretty and so bright.
Whisper Pegasus.
Laughing, we bring our telescopes, in the yard to play.
We stare up into the night, in our youthful ancient way.
Rise, Pegasus.
The dreams of the ancestors, twinkling in the sky.
A never ending wishing well, all our hopes so high.
Run like the wind, oh Pegasus.
A nightly twilight show, changing, yet unchanging, day after day.
Celestial grandeur, awaiting lovers and dreamers to wisk away.
Pegasus, where have you flown?
Are you out there waiting, flying over Orion's shoulder?
Are you flying higher than hopes and dreams would dare to go?
I would soar, could I share your wings. Perhaps a dream will take me to your twinkling celestial palace.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/16/2000
Author's Comments
I so love looking into the night sky. My imagination flys away with me then. When I was a young Airman, at the age of 17, I was stationed in New Mexico, out in the desert. Oh, the skies there! Unbelievably you could see! Nights in the park out in the desert with a telescope and a friend to share musings. Our night skies are so much less in the great cities. Make a point of doing one thing in your life. Go somewhere it is truly, truly dark, and spend a night lying down and looking up. You will know true awe then.The sailors will tell you. To see the stars, so, so many.
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