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The Unicorn
Tithonia
Fantasy <-----> Reality
Dreamscape
The Dragon's Lair
Fairy Tales
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The Unicorn is known to me - its beauty and its grace.
The fairies ride upon his back, to flit from place to place.
Though some may think they're just a myth, albeit proud and true;
allow me to relate a tale in confidence to you....
The Unicorn paced slowly by the forest trees and lake;
its eye did glisten boldly, and its mind was wide awake.
For days the rumours had been voiced that all the unicorns were gone;
only left were the horses, and they were without a horn!!
Now its intent was clear as glass this golden sunny morn -
to let the world know there was still a dream called Unicorn!
That everything within this world cannot be seen by eye;
the soul may know what eyes can't see, and hearts can soar and fly.
And so he wound throughout the land, to let the childen see him clear;
for grownups were too tired to see, their minds and ears too old to hear;
unless
they look up to the sky, and into the woods of wonder;
marvel at flowers along the way, and thrill to lightning
and thunder!
Unless they believe that butterflies are souls in another form,
come back to let us know there is a life where we're reborn;
unless they see the trees and birds, and know that hearts have wings,
that clouds can truly cry, and that brooks can really sing.
So as he travelled to and fro, not only did the childen see,
but others recognized the magic the Unicorn showed to me:
To stop and look at sunsets, and thrill at birds airborne;
but most of all - allow your heart to believe in such as the Unicorn.
© 2000 Joyce P. Hale
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TITHONIA
Where in the world is Tithonia??? my good friend asked of me.
Little did she know this place was in the heart of me!
A haven where I go to cry when worldly things go wrong;
a hide-away where I abide when heartaches stay too long.
A palace when I feel the need to laugh, and dance, and smile;
a cottage when I want to read and be alone awhile.
Tithonia's but a word I like, a place within my mind;
so friend, forgive me my deceit, and join me there sometime.
(:D © Joyce P. Hale
Fantasy <-------> Reality
Where does the edge of fantasy begin
and those of reality end?
Or do they sometimes slip and blur,
and trickle into each other and blend?
Does the moon reign over our darkest hours
and also in lands where it's not alone?
Where two or three of those silent globes
keep watch o'er the unicorn's home?
Do the animals talk during midnight to dawn,
and the gnomes wander through the trees;
do the magical fairys cast their spells,
all living in light that we cannot see?
Is our world really the actual one;
or are we living a fantasy?
Are the fairys and sprites astonishingly
what we perceive as reality?
Do you sometimes feel that you're the dream,
and you wake up feeling disoriented?
Well, maybe that's when the edges blur,
when Reality and Fantasy are tempted.
© Joyce Petrosky-Hale
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DREAMSCAPE
She was the dark night's child, for sure -
the stars in her eyes, and the blackness pure;
the silence that day creatures can't endure,
the pale moon's rays that her full lips wore.
Out of the woods she appeared at the stroke
of midnight high in her long flowing cloak.
The owl hooted forth his low eerie note
as her quicksilver form o'er the hills did float.
She stole by the whispering willow tree,
at the creek she paused and sank to her knee,
and eyes that even through darkness can see....
peered through the misty night - and found me.
Quiet and still, her eyes held mine;
the stars and planets must have aligned
for they seemed to spin a forbidden sign,
as she faded into the shrouds of time.
I watched as the swirling tendrils of mist
gathered her into its hoary abyss.
I wondered if I had imagined all this -
a dim apparition by sorrow kissed.
What creature of night had my tired eyes seen,
with hair of smoke, and eyes that gleam?
Was it merely the moonbeam's treacherous sheen?
Or the spell of a midnight nymph.... a dream.....?
© Joyce Petrosky-Hale
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THE DRAGON'S LAIR |
........Long ago and far away.........
Fairy tales start out this way.
But Life is not a story fair.....
It gives its gifts to those who dare.
Life's a game, a race, a dream -
things are not always as they seem.
Rainbows show, then disappear;
after a storm, the skies will clear.
© Joyce P. Hale
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