• While walking thru the woods one night,
• I happened, purely by chance,
• to come upon a clearing,
• a place where the unicorns dance.
• I stood in awed amazement
• at this wondrous, glorious sight.
• Not even daring to breathe,
• lest they run away in fright.
•  
• Forming circles within circles,
• they gathered in silent formation.
• Each knew exactly where he belonged
• and took his place without hesitation.
• In the outer ring, there was a space
• and they turned and looked at me.
• On their faces, were looks of questioning,
• as if giving a silent plea.
•  
• Unsure of their intentions,
• I advanced with trepidation,
• not sure if their looks were warnings,
• or truly an invitation.
• I took the place in the outer ring
• and I felt a sense of welcome
• and then within my mind and soul,
• I heard the beat of a drum.
•  
• The circles slowly began to move,
• each in an opposite direction.
• Each movement timed to the beat of the drums,
• and performed in tight synchronization.
• We circled around the axis
• but changed direction with each revolution,
• catching glimpses of each past and future
• and visions of each new evolution.
•  
• We danced the dance of the needy
• and the dance for those oppressed.
• We danced for those who live without hope
• with the fervor of beings possessed.
• We danced the dance of time before time
• and the dance of times yet to be.
• We danced the dance of creation,
• then we danced the dance of me.
•  
• I felt all existence shifting,
• like a wave beneath my feet,
• as all that is was being erased
• and time began to repeat.
• I saw the stars falling from the sky
• and new stars being created.
• I saw the moon and our oceans
• and knew all was interrelated.
•  
• I felt the pounding of our hearts
• and heard the screaming of our souls,
• at the death and rebirth of all that we are,
• at the pain of being made whole.
• As we moved in frenzied circles,
• my soul became entranced.
• My heart slowly filled with joy and love,
• as I, with the unicorns, danced.
•  
• We fell in utter exhaustion,
• at the ending of the dance,
• and the drum beat slowly fading,
• released us from our trance.
• They slowly recovered and slipped away,
• with no good-bye or backward glance,
• and I know, in my heart, that all will be well
• as long as the unicorns dance.

I Danced With
Unicorns

a poem by Codey

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