"All the songs of all the bards through all the ages of the world could not begin to express what the unicorn was."from The Black Unicorn by Tanith Lee
For Those Who Believe
for those who believe,
unicorns walk among us
filtering through
those lost crevices of gossamar thought
watching Humans fall
and sometimes bleed
in their infant disbelief of themselves.
We are picked up
with invisible Hope
that an existence other than our own
believes in Us . . .
and then we can begin to believe
in Unicorns.
They prance softly so as not
to intrude
upon such Mortal Breath
and so we are deaf to their song
inside of Winter's stolen stillness
left to weep inside of
Waterfalls.
Unicorns dream around us
and we awake, still wondering
what touched us
what enchanted us with the Firelight
of Love's last fleeting spiral across a virgin Sky
their spirit wooing us to dance
one last time in moonlight's parting
shadow.
If once we listened to the Wind
we would know that to believe
is to be alive once more
in dawn's last breath of yearning
and then we'd know how the Unicorn felt
when it was his time to be no more.
/s.stumpf ©
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