Once there lived a unicorn
Whose coat was purest white
On his brow, a golden horn
That sparkled in the light
.
The unicorn had a friend
Adreama was her name
Everyday, without end
Adreama always came
.
She’d walk up to the unicorn
An apple in her hand
That unicorn would bow his horn
The sight of him was grand
Cloak of flowers shields her form
As she passes sleeping things
Winter’s trail, now bright and warm
With each footstep, summons spring
.
Beloved goddess, bodice green
Peeking out between her cape
Lovely hair, a golden sheen
Amulet, clasped at her nape
Bobby and his sister Mary
wanted so to see a fairy;
from babyhood their Mum retold
tales of the fairy-folk of old.
Finding such tales far from boring,
every chance, they went exploring
through the forest near their home,
these children would quite often roam.
Seeking under every leaf ,
searching to sustain belief;
turning over rocks with care,
to see if any fairy’s there.
Hedgehogs, rabbits, saw they clearly,
a passing fox sniffed at them queerly;
once they saw a full-grown hind,
but not one fairy could they find.
After a day of fruitless searching
tangled thickets, limping, lurching,
giving up were Bob and Mary;
thought they’d never find a fairy.
The day waned and darkness came,
and all the pathways looked the same;
lost, the children walked until
fatigued, they stopped upon a hill.
“I’m hungry, Bobby, and I’m scared,”
cried Mary and her brother cared;
he held her close while Mary wept,
until at last, the children slept.
The sunlight came and brought a breeze,
the songs of birds came from the trees;
the children’s stretching, yawning, sighs
accompanied the opening of their eyes.
They wiped them then in disbelief,
for there in every bowl and leaf,
honey, fruits, dewdrops and berries;
who could have left them but the fairies?
Sweet music came from somewhere near,
gone was their hunger, fatigue and fear;
they heard the hidden voices sing
and saw they’d slept in a fairy ring.
With the dawn, they knew the way,
homeward, happily they play;
relief for a worried Mum and Dad
who’d looked in vain for their lass and lad.
That night, tucked lovingly in her bed,
Mary, to her brother said,
“But Bobby, we never saw a fairy!”
“Hush, my little sister Mary,
“You saw their hilltop fairy ring,
you heard their many voices sing;
you ate and drank their kindness, wee one,
and now complain you didn’t see one?”
“I’m sorry, Bobby,” Mary pled,
I’ll never doubt again,” she said,
“we may grow old each passing year;
I’ll always know that they are here!”
A silver fairy flowered
Upon a pale, pale ray
When grey evoked the shadows
And dark invoked the day
A tear of silence slivered
Across the pall of time
The voice of sadness shivered
Still, light was in the song.
Fly away, into the sky
But not too near the sun
As you go, I’ll wave goodbye
Along the ground I’ll run
.
Watch you whisk your wings in flight
Then, while you’re overhead
I’ll see them glitter in the light
And feel no sense of dread
.
For I will know that where you go
So high up in the blue
Is much too high for me; please know
I’ll be here, when you’re through
.
‘Cause that is what a faerie does
When she truly loves her friend
She’ll run aground, then wait, because
True friendship has no end
You must, now, take to the sky
Adventure is awaiting
You’ll return and by-and-by
I’ll be here, celebrating
Good morning little daisy faerie
Sitting on soft petals
Lost in thought, a lazy faerie
Though I’m not one who meddles
.
Your little dress, your tiny wings
Both golden, like the sun
Your bonnet white, so sweet, so clean
I love to gaze upon
.
I see you there, with pen in hand
Thinking up some stories
You love to write, I understand
Next to the morning glories
.
I’ll leave you be so you can see
The poetry you’re writing
Then, off you’ll fly — your destiny
To some other bloom, alighting
I wrote Where the Grapes are Grown on New Year’s day 2012. It was inspired by a visit to Castello di Amorosa, an authentic replica of an Italian medieval castle that took 30 years to complete. It stands in Calistoga in the Napa Valley and is the vision of Dario Sattui. The castle is quite amazing to behold, especially here in the U.S!
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