Silver Hooves

Near the dawn of spring, not long ago
I saw a star fall with the snow
All my sense told me to run
But in the end it’s heart that won
And to the star I flew

From the glow, a silhouette
I felt my eyes begin to wet
Tears not sad, mournful, tragic
But sheer bliss from sheer pure magic
And to the shape I flew

A coat of silver, hooves the same
I saw the horse of legend’s fame
The beast for which the choir sings
Behold, a set of shining wings!
And to his side I flew

You won’t believe me when I tell
Of the star that fell to that lonely dell
But constellations dot the sky
And that star fell from the Pegasus eye
And on his back I flew