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A silvery figure with a flashing horn,
Light-stepping emblem of shining love,
If only we knew how to follow in the hoof steps,
Come join me, he says, fly high as the dove,
Over the sadness and set your heart free,
Revel in starlight and know that you've seen,
No illusion, but a unicorn under the trees.

Open your mind to the magic that's true
Find a unicorn, it's right inside you.

Tell me of the unicorn, they say,
He has never appeared during my day,
Evening either, at the sun's dying rays.

Unknowingly asking an impossible thing,
None can describe the unicorn seen,
If only they could try to believe in themselves,
Could try to imagine this being that's been,
Open their minds and their hearts as well,
Run in the starlight, the unicorn at their side,
Now they could have known who the unicorn is.

By: Natasha Caylor, Age 13 - Contributor

We were traveling north to sing and play

     Clouds overhead warned of rain all day.

We'd worked hard all week and didn't sleep,

     The ride was quiet, I fell asleep.

I dreamed that there were unicorns

I dreamed I saw them wild and white,

Their sudden beauty lit the world

     like the brightest star on a winter's night.

Pure as love with manes of milk

They danced and pranced and cried aloud,

     bright as rainbows round the stars.

Their eyes were soft and sad, but proud.

I wept for the wild and dirty world,

     To which this beauty now was lost.

I cursed the hungry mind of man

     That feeds the future at such cost.

My head was bowed, my eyes were closed

     When in my ears their voices rang,

And these few words lodged deep inside

     My very soul as their voices sang.

 

We never really went away.

     You always knew that we were here.

Remember how to look for us,

     You'll see that we were always near.

 

I raised my head to seek them out,

     The world was empty all around,

The rain was falling from the sky

     It drowned all dreams upon the ground.

And when they asked me why I wept

     Like one who for his loved ones mourns,

The only answer I could give

     "I dreamed that there were unicorns."

By: Bill Caddick© (Submitted By Alyson Lowrie)

I hear thunder over the land.
I look at the sky, there's no clouds in the sky.
Quiet creeps over me.
Then on the horizon I see a unicorn!

The thunder starts again as he gallops towards me.
He gets on his knees and I jump on his back
And we ride into the heavens together.

By: Halee Burke, Age 11 - Contributor

Oh, my Beloved Child, He has chosen you.
You, above all others for you see . . .
His time has come too.
Get on the back of greatness,
With a crystal horn and gossamer wings of silver.
Those hooves were made for running
Along a galaxy which goes on forever.
Those eyes look sad—
Yet a flame burns too.
This noble steed has strength enough;
Enough strength to carry you.

"Here my Darling,"
I boost you into the saddle.
Your Guardian stands up tall;
He's seen enough of battle.
It is said that heaven lies amongst the constellations
And that everyone must find it someday.
My Dear One, that's why he has come—
To take you to a place where the sun graces each day.
Don't fear Little One
He will guide you with his grace.
You will not slip or fall,
He shall lead you to that wondrous place.

Daddy will be there, of that I am sure.
He has waited for this date.
He will scoop you into his arms and hug you
When you meet at the Golden Gate.
Wipe those tears from your eyes.
My Sweet Child, I will see you soon!
One day, I promise you,
Together we'll soar to the moon.
Goodbye my Star Rider.
Starlight shines in your angel's mane,
This great one grows impatient,
It's time to walk down the starry lane.

By: Cassandra Barrientos - Contributor
 

If deep in your heart, you truly believe,
a sight you then will behold,
of a creature of brilliance who bares a gold horn,
is how the story's told.

Many a man a horse they shall see
standing straight in front of them.
They have closed eyes of non-faith,
and pursued a life of pure sin.

They canter amongst fields made of green,
drinking the water from the lake.
When I close my eyes and dreams bring me here,
it's then that I pray not to wake.

Their beauty for years has mesmerized me,
perfection with them at it's best.
When God created the Unicorn's soul,
he truly out did all the rest.

Nothing has ever come close in it's tries,
to grace this fine world we call ours.
All the princesses living in enchanted lands,
stare down at them from their high above towers.

I thank God each day that my eyes can behold,
a vision that most will not see.
They roam my world built on fantasy,
where there I shall let them roam free.

By: Sharon McCabe©

Those who listen hear the whispers in the wind;
and those who speak experience freshness upon their tongue.
A sea of serenity comforts those who fear;
and those who boldly go are tempered by the wisdom of caution.

 

Those who reach out feel the caress of the morning dew;
and those who hesitate discover a wisp of optimism in the air.
Those who fumble about find assurance in the twinkle of a star;
and those who forge ahead gaze upon the mountain crest.

 

The iridescent waters quench those who thirst;
and those who live in abundance share their spirit with the fallen.
Those who are weary gather strength from the gleam of the sun;
and those who possess no limits find temperance at dusk.

Those who wander aimlessly find guidance in the stars;
and those who have direction reach out with a benevolent hand.
Those who hunger for knowledge learn from errors made;
and the universe will humble those who strut in arrogance.

 

Infant's tears quench those who burn yearning for truth;
and those who dry the infant's tears learn unconditional love.
Those who hide in shadows of denial never see the edge is worn;
and despondency plagues those who long for the mystical unicorn.

By: Ann-Leona Donovaro (2001) - Contributor

Like a flower bud ready to unfold,

the Unicorn's secret is yet untold.

It's horn as white as a snowdrop flower,

and it's eyes as blue as an April shower.

By: Beth Davis, Age 13 - Contributor

Small hands clasp

as we gaze upon the fairy pony,

white wings spread wide

like huge white feathers,

ready to take flight.

Special these moments,

sharing the same dream

as if we were one heart,

one soul,

one being.

Burning this image,

this memory of delight,

into our very soul.

The child within

knows the truths in fairy tales.

Others will grow old

as days pass them by

while visions dance in our heads

of flights of the fairy steeds.

Seen only through these child's eyes.

By: Eva Marie Ann Dunlap© (2005) - Contributor

Her golden voice, her silver hair
And emeralds in place of eyes
How I long for her, the only mare
Whose singing voice was Paradise.

I met her on a summer day
We looked surprised at one another
But within hours we would play
And no one seemed to bother.

Before we knew it, a year had passed
And friendship had turned to love
We knew we'd grown up all too fast
But we told everyone about our love.

But they had rules:  As I was a horse
And she was - like them - a Unicorn
Our love was wrong, and to make it worse
They made me leave, for I had no horn.

It's been years since our good-bye kiss
It was our last and only choice
But there's no day where I don't miss
The sparkling music of her golden voice.

I still love her, despite the pain
And my only dream is now to say
That it will not be in vain
When I hope that maybe ... someday ...

We'll be together, and I shall hear
Those words of a heavenly voice
And me, I know I'll shed a tear
To the tender sound of her golden voice.

By: Godspeed©