I Believe in Unicorns
He stood in snow white splendor
Among the leaves of green,
Eyes of rich brown velvet,
The most beautiful ever seen.
A faint trace of a spiral
Around a silvery horn.
Was I dreaming or did I really see
A creamy beard softly hung
From off his shapely chin.
An ivory flowing mane and tail
Blew gently in the wind.
He slowly raised his head, to gaze
With eyes of mystic wonder.
My mind was caught in the magic spell
His presence cast me under.
Then suddenly with a toss of his head
And a flash of pearly hooves,
I stood, spellbound, as he disappeared
Into the silent woods.
Legend says only young maidens
Can see his lovely form.
But I know I wasn't dreaming when I saw
~ Carol Busam
The Unicorn with the long white horn
Is beautiful and wild.
He gallops across the forest green
So quickly that he's seldom seen
Where Peacocks their blue feathers preen
And strawberries grow wild.
He flees the hunter and the hounds,
Upon black earth his white hoof pounds,
Over cold mountain streams he bounds
And comes to a meadow mild;
There, when he kneels to take his nap,
He lays his head in a lady's lap
As gently as a child.
~ William Jay Smith
Dreaming the Unicorn
I dreamed I saw the Unicorn last night.
It rippled through the forest, pearly white,
breathing a moonlit silence.
Its single horn stood shining like a lance.
I saw it toss its head and snort and prance
and paw the midnight air.
Its mane was like a mass of silver hair.
But suddenly it shuddered.
It sensed my spellbound gaze,
my wondering eyes,
and turned to look upon me with surprise,
seeming to read my face and looking as if to say,
"You are not from this place. What is your business here?"
My mind was far from clear.
I could not think or speak.
Above my head, I heard the branches creak
and then, from where I stood,
I watched it flicker off into the wood,
into the velvet space between the trees.
A sudden rush of rapid midnight breeze,
that felt both chill and deep,
awoke me from my sleep,
and there upon the pillow by my head
I found a strand of shining silver thread.
I kept that strand of mane,
I keep it, still,
inside a box upon my window sill.
And when the world hangs heavy
on my brain,
it helps me dream the Unicorn again.
~ Tony Mitton
A long time ago, when the Earth was green
There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen
They'd run around free while the Earth was being born
And the loveliest of all was the unicorn.
~ from a poem by Shel Silverstein
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