PEGASUS IN TEARS

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JOURNAL # 41

upon the pristine flap
of wings
that never flew
mystery and enchantment
soared
through dreams
that grew and grew
Waterford wings too worry less
themselves to woo
weather primed perfect
seducing an unspoiled
free afternoon
the imagination of a child
a cask of something gold
colorful and creative

thus so to be most cherished
a great heaving pot
at the end of a glorious
kindergarten rainbow
such happy moments
captured unaware
could bring even Pegasus himself
to mythic tears
such elation of a young heart
over the reappearance
of a soldier parent's
return from the dangers of war.

these are moments

from one's visual cortex

one would never wish to have disappear...........
(Feb. 4, 2013 335am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I watched on a local television station a little girl in her pre school class being surprised by her father who had just come home from a tour over seas. The look on her face was the stuff dreams and ecstasy are indeed made of............

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