Memories of Snow

Dreams of a Crystal Unicorn

Dreams of a Crystal Unicorn:
Inspired by a Unicorn Statue I Once Owned

A crystal unicorn reposes
upon a window ledge of white,
its guiled horn reflecting
the bright sunlight.
Alone among the figurines
it dreams of starry nights,
when real unicorns lay sleeping
mid blossoms of snow-white.
On some half-remembered continent
roamed herd of silver-gray,
that lifted up their golden horns
to greet the new born day.

On the window ledge
sleeps this glass-like steed,
dreaming of a distant planet
where roams an alien breed,
of true unicorns
that graze among the reeds,
and lift up their silver horns
to call across wind swept meads.
Sleep on steed of wonder
for somewhere wild and free,
roam herds of living unicorns
who rest beneath the Mellyrn Tree.

Poet's Note: ▶︎

I wrote this sometime in 143 B.E. It was inspired by a Crystal Unicorn statue that someone gave me. The statue was lost in all the moves I have made over the years.