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Hello, all. I,m baaaaack! I am returning to this site after a hiatus (mostly unavoidable) of several years. I intend to be an active participant once again. Let the music begin! I find it difficult to describe myself. Let it suffice to say that I am a typical man, full of contradictions. I am comprised of equal measures of confidence and angst, optimism and despair. I am capable of courage and cowardice.   Perhaps the words of Plato best describe me; "I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering on the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with"
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Unicorn Dream
I met a unicorn last night
As I wandered in my sleep
She spoke to me of wondrous things
That were hers to share or keep

She came to me on silent hooves
My dreams to not dispel
And bade me jouney with her
To places she knew well

She bore me with her on a quest
And showed me marvels bright
Things I'm sure I've always known
Though they lay beyond my sight

Her silken mane caressed my face
As we galloped on the air
She brought me to enchanted realms
And shared the magic there

We saw eternal rainbows
Arc over crystal rills
And roses bloom undying
Across the emerald hills

There mountains that do touch the sky
Are crowned with snow so bright
Their icy peaks embrace the stars
Bright diamond points of light

We walked through sylvan forests
That remain forever green
A silver moon shone from above
To light the dells unseen

We paced along a golden shore
Where gentle rain did fall
From clouds more light and airy
Than any I recall

There was a lilt upon the wind
A most enchanting air
The spirit of this wondrous land
That came from everywhere

It sang of peace and beauty
Of a realm not touched by sorrow
This place of joy and laughter
That endures beyond tomorrow

A scent there was upon the breeze
A quite delightful thing
That had the sweet aroma
Of peach blossoms in the spring

Our sojourn could not last for long
On her withers I then rode
Once more she bore me on her back
And returned to my abode.

She touched her horn upon my breast
Her blessing to receive
She bade me to retain the joy
And always to believe

She asked me to forget her not
And though she must depart
She holds a place inside of me
And lingers in my heart

The time had come to bid farewell
She left when came the sun
And I awoke with memory
Of all the things we'd done

The realms that we had journeyed to
On that idyllic flight
Remain within my soul although
The dawn has banished night

I must believe in unicorns
Though gone without a trace
A world that had no unicorn
Would be a sadder place

Last edited by T. Clifford on December 20, 2013, 10:48 am
Francis Meyrick

very good work, grasshopper.
whimsical, melodic, balanced.
Cheerful, bright.
One of your best yet.
Enjoyed it.


We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
Posted on Thursday, July 26, 2012 at 17:33:22

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