Those who’ve seen one, all give differing accounts; <br />that’s how it should be. No in-depth video. No coffee-table book. <br />But the collected book of sightings – <br />that’s hairs on the back of the neck stuff. <br />One detail, though, they all agree– it came at just the right time; <br />although they did not know it at the time; <br />but time brought truth; as truth brought time. <br /> <br />The place they saw it– now that was surely a surprise; <br />and so they wonder <br />how their own hallowed place can not bring further sightings; <br />forgetting that unicorns are not bound by the same space and time <br />as we the spellbound are. Their space and time if we could see them <br />would be like joy and sadness indistinguishable. <br /> <br />By night, they live as unicorns must live <br />within this world; so that they may live among us <br />while living free from us; this the law of magic <br />which to them is natural; it’s said they live at night <br />by the light of their own horn, that glows like fireflies glow, <br />light without fire; except that we cannot see that light. <br />(Scientists may explain this; EM wavelengths, ultra-infra …; <br />all they, we, really need is taken care of...) <br /> <br />And then by day, they love the quiet places; for <br />they do not seek us, or seek to show themselves; <br />but we are drawn to seek their mystery. <br />For mysteries are not mysteries unless they hide a truth. <br />Forest glades; among the hills; white amidst the waves; <br />wherever we are nearest to one in ourselves.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unicorn-1/
