At Half Moon

The unicorn
with grace doth bend his head
bowing down to earth
to praise in echoes
in adoration so sublime
the moisture of her clouds
rains down
in a slow and steady mist
to make this form
once so forlorn
complete

as a half moon rises in the sky
to sing of lullabies just now composed
in the soft and silky satin
that revives the other side
to reign forever
o'er these nights
of love in magic's spell

?Michaelette?

4/27/a2000
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