Danielle N. Calhoun

UNICORN DREAMING

Watching the trees blowing in the wind,
My mind keeps wandering again and again,
To this one place in my dreams,
This one single place,
That only I can see.

I see the meadows, and the flowers,
I feel the rain, when it showers,
I walk along, a simple path,
Made of twigs and branches,

I see a bird in the sky,
Wave its wing, as if,
To say hello,
I watch it quietly,
As its nest it builds.

I move along and then I see,
I lone little unicorn,
Just a baby, small and meek.

It walks up to me,
I pet it and say hello:
It nudges me, wanting me to follow.

So I do and the next thing I see,
A giant castle, in the mountains.

The baby unicorn sprouts some wings,
Taking me to the place, where a sweet voice sings.

We sit in the window,
The unicorn and me,
Listening to the sweet voice sing.

It suddenly stops,
Then we see,
That it’s an elf,
A baby she carries.

The baby is cooing,
The mother smiles,
Kisses the baby,
Her small child.

Then I wake