Further Reading

Friday 23 February 2007

WHITE UNICORN


There, on the periphery, but always out of sight
A presence which marks the end of the rainbow
which carries the wisdom of the pot of gold
A flap of magical wings in the night
and then a spark goes high into the lands of infinity
To sadly return by first morning light.

A room sometimes filled by shafts of divine light
human eyes captivated in the instance
But mortal shackles prevent the anticipated progression
Wings of white then fade and the presence is gone
and sadness pervades the child until sleep ... soothing sleep

When will the majestic one make another golden appearance?
How long must this mortal wait?
When can the child take a ride on the talisman's back
and fly high into the bounds of infinity
without the forgetting and the descending mists?

The child is back, the child is woken and is wanting to play
So when can the White Unicorn be met and be befriended?
When can the child culture trust and regain its magic
to become again Mabon and venture across the stellar seas?

The child is restless,
Strange sensations pervade its mind

it needs to see those white wings again
To ride again the talisman's energy and be free ...


13th December 1996