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The Tale of the Unicorn

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

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

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

THE DRAGON'S LAIR I wept with trepidation and fear as the Dragon's Lair my footsteps neared. The creature of a nightmare's myst, with strength to fend an iron fist. I knew of many brave-heart knights, who bore their swords and shields in fights to end the reign of one so dire - who tears the heart, and breathes with fire. And now I found my heart's despair as footsteps trod the path with care, to venture to the enemy's door from which I may return no more. Behold! I finally see my quest - I must go on, at his behest; his gaze sees all, his eyes are bright, his teeth are spires of bitter white. Breathing fury, wings unfurled, sorcery from his eyes are hurled; spells to freeze a brave man's soul, and cast him to Hell's bottomless hole. But I? I had the shield of Right, upon my hands the gauntlets of Light; my sword was the sword of foolish youth, and its blade had the chilling edge of Truth. Thus I wielded that fateful day more strength than the Dragon could forestay; the battle was long, and fought with just, the blood was rife in the final dust! Now Truth is freed and Love unbound, fear is routed, and freedom found; hearts may soar, and poets sigh, dreams may flourish and hopes fly high. Now the sprites need no longer hide, the faerys on the unicorn ride; the elves in the blossoms fair abide. The mighty Dragon has died. © Joyce P. Hale

........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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