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 darkness ends,
Then perhaps we’ll catch
a glimpse of the unicorn,
galloping, galloping on.

s.k. lindeman

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