I wrote this at midnight last night, after one of those thoughts that sometimes resolves itself into a poem around the witching hour. Its not brilliant, but I like the concept. What dyou think?
Divine Inspiration
There are unicorns in my mind
They dwell in forests growing there
Crowned by wreaths of pretty thoughts
And beautiful beyond compare
They come like diamonds in the night
And steal my sleep with pleasant dreams
They glow with faerie phosphoresce
And leap amidst the tumbling streams
And once or twice I catch a glimpse
Of cloven hoof and pure-white mane -
Then they are gone, and I am left
And then my mind is dull again.
But if I wait in clover-beds
Beside a waterfall of thought
Through veiled lids I might bespy
A longer look than what I ought
A velvet muzzle, whisker-soft -
An arching crest and gentle eye,
The scent of buttercups in spring;
I catch my breath and give a sigh
Thus - faster than a dream, they flee
Back to the forests of my mind
And I wait, 'til I may glimpse again
These messengers of the divine.
Typical.
