Fallen At some ungodly hour she'd wake
ejected from her sleep
a dream she'd weave a million ways
but to the closing keep

a barefoot chase towards the crest
on ever sliding shale
and cries that came from deep inside
to drown amongst the gale

until at last she'd reach the top
with no where left to go
she'd drink with sharp intake of breath
the sight of rocks below

until her fear of what pursued her
overcame her senses
and from those jagged rocks she'd leapt
the last of her defences

And pegasus would lock his wings
in such a mighty dive
and catch her on his milky back
and keep the dream alive

and holding on with all her might
she'd bid the beast more speed
and feel the rise and fall of wings
of a white supernal steed

and soon enough they came to pass
above a mirrored lake
and looking down she thought she saw
a darkness in her wake

her face against his silken main
her arms around him tight
through cotton clouds they curved around
and on in to the night


Eric Pinkerton  ¶ 10:17 pm