S.K.Lindeman

S. K. Lindeman

The unicorn gallops
through forests,
softly eluding
the dawn,

Faster and faster,
the fleetest of feet,
passes the speed
of the song.

Enters into light years
of quickness,
disappearing as
magical ones do.

Woven into the fabric
of the universe,
the unicorn takes wing
and is gone.

Now captured by tapestry’s taper,
man’s nimble fingers
weave on,

The unicorn caged
only in carpet,
threaded with gold
and a song.

Yet if one looks closely
in darkness,
to the still point
before darkness ends,

Then perhaps we’ll catch
a glimpse of the unicorn,
galloping,
galloping on.

Where angels dwell
upon the swell
of the grey-green sea,

The risen waves
collect the rays
of eternity.

Butterfly ashes
sifted by wind,
soft stirrings of love
lifted within.

Tranquility transcends
lava surmised
oceans erupt
upon the inner eye.

May that still, small voice,
one earth, one love,
one for all and all for love,
permeate the earth

And shower the skies,
bringing peace within
where the Christ child lies.

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