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As night spread her mantle
across the night sky,
I walked alone in the starlight, with shadow and sorrow.
The dark was cold, and the silence was still,
It seemed the bright sunlight would not come tomorrow.
Yet the gray shrouded woods were lit from within.
Misty light traveled through the tall trees,
A creature of stars was unveiled through the leaves,
And I knew it was one of the unicorn kin.
The glimmer faded, then brightened anew,
Dancing together, the unicorns were two.
Beauty and fire, shadow and light,
They danced silence and music, love and the fight.
More came and they joined in this glorious rite.
My mind knew only their movements of grace,
Until they were near, in a mythical race,
I knew I would remember for always this night.
For hours I watched, transfixed in their glow.
Far to the east, the sunrise lit the sky.
One stayed behind, I dared not ask why.
Somehow I knew she had stayed for me.
The dance never stopped, but slowly she faded,
Morning came and she left, it must have been fated.
For long nights I waited, watching the sky,
But I remained alone as the sun and moon rose,
When hope was long lost, I did not cry,
For I knew in my heart it was me that she chose.
I imagined nothing, no visions or tales.
Saw no mirage over the hills and the dales.
Those who have heard my tale cannot see,
In my heart is the truth, that she danced with me.
By: Natasha Caylor, Age 13 - Contributor |
The
unicorn gallops through forests,
softly eluding the dawn,
faster and faster the fleetest of feet
passes the speed of the song.
Enters into light years of quickness,
disappearing as magical ones do,
woven into the fabric of the universe,
the unicorn takes wing and is
gone.
Now captured by tapestry's taper,
man's nimble fingers weave on,
the unicorn caged only in carpet,
threaded with gold and a song.
But if one looks closely in darkness,
to the still point before shadows end,
then perhaps we'll catch a glimpse
of the unicorn,
galloping,
galloping on.
By: S. K. Lindeman -
(Contributor)
In Memory Of Snow |
