A Change
Stars shimmering and glowing in the waning light,
There stood a figure.
Clothed in moonlight,
Hair of diamonds,
But so very sad.
For once the figure had been light,
Once the darkness had never surrounded,
No black could ever reach,
Nor evil breach,
The inner soul of this figure.
Long ago,
As if in a dream,
Bright sunlight wrapped,
Searching for a purpose,
Longing for a goal,
And finding only joy.
There was a rebirth,
A changing of sorts,
Out of the mortal debths,
Came that figure of love and light,
Stepped into the sun.
The human, the mortal,
One who had only reached for stars,
Was now one herself,
Reaching for the heavens,
Touching the sky,
No longer death could touch.
Immortal as the sky,
As the stars and the moon,
Always there like the sun,
Breathing life into every thing,
Loving ever single flower,
Every single breeze.
But Immortality can only last,
For an unloving soul,
A selfish imp,
Not for a caring heart,
Or a lonely unicorn.
Just as the night darkens the sky,
Love darkened the candle of life,
And Immortal or not,
The unicorn would not last long,
Mortality would set soon enough.
Through trees and flowers,
Among stones and stories,
Out from the blessed horn,
From flowing locks,
And tussled mane,
Stepped the unicorn.
No longer Immortal,
For caring too much,
And loving so hard,
The mortal pushed outward,
Becoming human again.
The heart always rules,
A soul longs forever for peace,
But the Immortal unicorn,
Cannot love as these,
Even the ones that live forever,
They too must die,
For even they love too much.
Seeing is believing,
Believing is the first step,
For even a lonely mortal,
A single human with a heart,
Can see that the unicorn,
More lonely then she,
Forever wandering by itself.
By: Richelle L. Scott
Thanks Kath, for the two unicorns, I think they're at home now!