Unicorn’s Morn
Moon of the darkness! I’m child of the word
As it’s writ in the pages of right;
And my name shall be known
To my chosen, alone-
I am the son of delight.
My gift of enhancement
May burn where it falls
Dare you accept it while you are so small?
Will you reject it or might you be torn
‘twixt facing or spurning the unicorn’s morn?
Web of the starlight; I’m here in your weft
As it’s loomed from the galaxies, bright;
And my portrait is drawn
In crescendos of dawn-
I am the daughter of might.
My horn full of healing
Will sing for the wild
Dare you to touch me while you are a child?
Will you brush past me? Or maybe you’ll scorn
That day when I offer the unicorn’s morn?
Mist of the daybreak shall conjure my world
As it’s spun from the eons of night;
And the tale is begun
(Dazzled haloes of sun)-
I am the offspring of light.
My eyes full of wisdom
The truth on my tongue-
Dare you to meet me while you are so young?
Could you but greet me in trembling dawn?
On the day when I’m gifting the unicorn’s morn?
Blare of the sunshine in strength of the day
As the shadows fall short in your sight;
Oh, my form shall be veiled
In cold reason exhaled-
As fantasy’s put to the flight.
I could have been with you
In step with your kind
But the unicorn’s morn lies forgotten, behind-
My treasure of riches
A trove for the mind-
You never chanced daring; and so you are blind.
Blind for the future and deaf for today
As the unicorn’s morning has all passed away…
