Unicorn Week – Dream Unicorn

The saintly hermit, halfway through his prayers

stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to behold

the unbelievable: for there before him stood

the legendary creature, startling white, that

had approached soundlessly, pleading with his eyes.

The legs, so delicately formed, balanced a

body wrought of finest ivory. And as

he moved, his coat shone like reflected moonlight.

High on his forehead rose the magical horn, the sign

of his uniqueness: a tower held upright

by his alert yet gentle, timid gait.

The mouth of softest tints of rose and grey, when

opened slightly, revealed his gleaming teeth,

whiter than snow.

The nostrils quivered faintly:

he sought to quench his thirst, to rest and find repose.

His eyes looked far beyond the saints enclosure,

reflecting vistas and events long vanished,

and closed the circle of this ancient mystic legend.

Rainer Maria Rilke ( 1875 – 1926 ) The Unicorn

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