Unicorn Poems

[smokingboot]

What she said, Old

Stay then.
I will not tell them of you
of diamond lilacs dappling your flanks
I will never mention
the snow on your skin
your mane like flowers
falling under the trees
No-one will know
You rested here
horn tilted to the ground
and when you go,
your hoof prints will be
covered or I'll cleave them
so folk say,
'It must have been a deer!'
I'll tell them that's what it was
and leave some milk
each day, for your passing.

What she said, Young

When the owl drifted by
And told me, all the seas of the moon
reflected in its eyes
I could have sailed them myself
 knowing it had to be true
I went to find you
and lit a candle in my window
To tell my best friend where I had gone.
I had no such friend,
but did it anyway
cos it's part of the charm.
 You were near, so near
when dandelion heads scattered,
and the barnshades breathed in.
The river stopped singing
And so did I.
All those stars in the woods
 I always knew you were there
And who cares if things break and fail
As long as you are in the world?