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Fantasy where getting lost is as pleasurable as being found. |
A satin horn pierces the ambient air, The soft footfalls of his velvet hooves Can be heard if you listen but stay very still For you’ll frighten him if he hears that you moved. With cautious advancement his black eyes are wide As he follows the trail to a pond And there in the moonlight stands the young unicorn As a pixie alights on a frond. With wings of stained glass, he glides to his side And hovers as though to protect For this exquisite creature is his friend and his charge Any peril he will detect. The unicorn plays in the waters resplendent As spears of moonlight are flung Over the bush lands where creatures dependent Frolic in the night and are one. And as morning unfurls while the bushland combusts As the sunshine fires the sky The promise of freedom jaunts along on the wind While birds spread their wings as they fly. And the unicorn heralds the fairies and sprites To join him in one of his games Then the land comes alive with colours so bright As he gallops off, calling their names. Now the fairies glide by on invisible wings The elves and the sprites gaily laugh Gathering flowers as they play and they sing As they trip along different paths. And finally they find him, their mentor, their friend In an extraordinary painting of reign Ready to play as he steps high and transcends To pursue their fun and their games. But as the sun fades and the thunderheads gather Leaden clouds on the horizon will linger And the breezes will blow, gently at leisure, Reaching out with a tentative finger To tousle his mane and gently tease at the wings Of the fire flies who gather together Under relative safety the verdant frond brings To wait out the inclement weather. Integrated and joined for the snatch of a moment Ripples and ringlets entwined As the raindrops cascade to the small pond below And infinite circles unwind. A swallow dips low and scours the surface But she does not alight for a drink So where do they go, these fleeing ripples and rings In their hurried flight to the brink? Moments slip by and the surface is limpid, Unblemished by ripples retreat And a rainbow descends on the distant horizon Where the unicorn’s horn and sky meet. The chirp of a bird, then laughter on wings A kookaburra glides over the hills As a gentle breeze plays, combing the grasses And once again all is but still. The fairies and elves emerge from their haven Slowly at first, two by two Holding fast to each other as they peek to beyond To discover the sky has turned blue. And then he appears, majestic and proud, His satin horn shimmers under the sun The unicorn steps furtively forward to play And in the pond thus the ripples are one. |