It’s been a while since I watched the sunrise.
The wind calmed down having done his job of cleaning the sky of clouds and rain.
A faint pink ribbon weaves in and out of the eucalyptus trees I see from my window.
The dirt was washed off the glass and a new world, clean and loaded with promise, springs up.
September blue skies look at me through the curtains this morning and bring up unicorns before I finish stretching in rumpled sheets, before the waning moon pulls up her light beams, like a ladder, out of my dreams.
What would you put in a unicorn’s horn?
What would a dreamer put in there?
For some, the mythic unicorn is somewhat like the goat of redemption; there she stores pains and sorrows, mistakes and errors, imperfections, character flaws, all the transgressions of the day. Why the day?
So that each morning the world is new and clean, and could be the perfect dawn that changes everything…
But really, what would be in that horn? …
What are horns for if not defense or combat?
But a unicorn gallops with the wind, disappears in the rain, vanishes in shadows…
Hiding, evading, escaping is her best defense; why would she need one?
What is it made of? It shines like gold …
It is precious. It is what makes her a unicorn, it identifies her.
Without it she is just a mare (perhaps a night-mare?) …
What is prized, what is priceless? So rare and sublime in its experience, that to describe it requires translation and the dreamer —who needs symbols to sort out the chaotic sense of dreams/thoughts/desires– spins a horn of gold on a white horse?…
White bull for Mithra.
White horses for Alexander and Apollo rising.
White horses are divine.
White animals of large sizes [elephants, stags, whales, etc…] are pure, from another world; a world of spirit and the unseen, of what is mysterious yet felt from within as well as without.
What is luminous and golden and transforms the ordinary, the everyday into magic?…
Is there anything but love?
The falling in love kind, the thunderstruck thing, the love-at-first-sight anomaly…
A creative, driven energy that wants to unite two souls searching for wholeness.
It’s a shattering, disturbing, mind-bending, ecstatic projection of the divine within onto the other.
It is Psyche meeting Eros. Promise of paradise if nothing changes.
“I would like to try the sea that brings all chances… I would have the sea bear me far off alone, to what land no matter, so that it heal me of my wound” said Tristan.
Can I let go of my love? Can I stop loving you and do I see you naked without the emperor’s cloak I threw on you at first? Can I?
A scarab shines, golden, on a far-off white lantana bloom.
It twinkles like a fire-fly, flashes, dazzles, nearly blinds…
Then it moves, settles, and becomes just another brown bug.
But I know him from close up.
I have marveled at the design of his shell, the lines and flecks, his scratches and spots.
I have stood in wonder at the sound of his wings when he flies, and the way he folds and hides them beneath the elytra when he dreams.
And I have also watched in dismay the way he rolls like a pebble when touched…
We must have known each other once before
I know you so well
And you love me so poorly.
Unicorn photo credit http://www.tchevalier.com/unicorn/tapestries/desir
unbuttoned or undone 
If this is why you were away for so long, then it was worth the time. Hello again.-)
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Thank you Jim. Hi. 🙂
A work in progress, always.
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I agree with Jim… Well, well, well worth the wait.
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Thank you my patient friend. Should Vales continue to sustain my efforts, I may be more productive in the months to come? One can only hope!
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good to see you here after so long a while.
you are such a poet
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Thank you Noel, you are very sweet. You are the philosopher and the builder of structures and solid forms. I am out there in clouds. Here they say “out west”.
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you are so extravagant with your descriptions; me philosopher? Nay. I am just a man behind a keyboard rambling away.
I love your poetry. Just make an anthology and bind it in leather covers, I will have a prominent place for it in my living room
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(((<3<3)))
and smiling.
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This is as good as anything you have ever written.
And you have written many magical pieces that have made my imagination, and my heart, sing with joy.
This is magnificent, full of imagery, full of questions, full of mythology.
But mostly just full of magic.
With the inevitable shriek of agony.
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Thank you my friend.
It’s always the last word that gets us undone.
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Magnificent
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Thank you. Smiles
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There is poetry inside that horn… 🙂
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Thank you nannus… a bit of dream dust anyway.;-)
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Ah, such a joy to see this tome
as it’s made its way from its home
and began its journey’s start
from the voices that linger in your heart….
Ah, ’tis such a magnificent piece o’ writin’, darlin’ girl. 🙂
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I am really glad you liked it. and pleased as punch that you could follow the meanderings of my sleepy/dreamy/reflecting mind. You’re a dear.
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Dude that was so cool. I have to google like half of it! Awesome 🙂
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Glad you liked my friend.A real pleasure to hear from you here.
Googled half, hey? Don’t believe it! Maybe elytra? 🙂
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Seriously, so much of the classics I havent studied yet, the rest I cant remember lol
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Sublime, Em. I stumble for meaningful words. To avoid reclassification into a lower life form, I’ll leave it at that and wander off, perhaps to catch my breath.
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You are so funny! I like the way you play loose with hyperbole! LOL! reclassification into a lower life form!
But seriously now, you are very kind and sweet. Thank you
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Really my pleasure, Em. You know my head elves really get me in a lot of trouble sometimes, but you know, I really do love your work Em!
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