Unicorn or Pegasus Acquisition

2/25/2002 Dennis L. Pickering Moonlit Angel it is time you acquire Pegasus, Unicorn for your desire Just one or the other is what you need Satisfy those desires grown with the seed I do not know what sound you like the best However, that sound helps you ride the crest. Into diff’rent worlds or planes, if you will Helps you acquire the desire of your will. Where you can request the ride of your life Unicorn, Pegasus giving no strife. Requesting’s vital from Moonlit Angel ’Cause they want to fulfill your desire, Bell. I’m about out of this composition It’s time to get what you want on your thumb. Just take an apple and a sugar lump Because if you don’t, they’ll think you’re a chump. Lie down to relax, at night when you dare Relax every muscle that you do share After you get all of yourself relaxed Open the doorway you’ve closed, that’s the fact. Relax, close your eyes and wander around Within your mind no, you won’t hear a sound. You turn around now and walk towards your face A door you see there, light under the place. The door opens when you easily push. Here are the things about which you did gush. Fly now, just do it, and there on the ground See them there waiting for you to abound. You hear them nicker joyfully to you ’Cause they are waiting to give you your due Recall those things you have in your pocket? It’s time to provide fuel for your rocket. Walk up to them gently, hold out your hand. Offer freely what you’ve brought from your land. They do munch gently right out of your hand As they invite you right into their land. I know imagination is the key Remember it provides things that aren’t wee. After-all recall from where all things come. Things come from someone’s mind who’s not hum-drum. Grab hold of the mane and pull yourself up You can quickly mount them after their sup. Grasp hold of their mane to steady your ride Because by love is how they do abide. After you’ve mounted it’s easy to guide They’re just like horses, if ever you ride. Press on their neck with the palm of your hand They will turn easily, “Oh!  It’s so grand!” Easily they fly up into the sky Take you to places you’re told are on high. Next you will land there upon streets of gold The mount you’ve chosen says, “You must be bold.” It’s a soft clatter, you walking along Sounding like music so you sing a song. Your mount likes the sound of your voice so clear So it joins in and sings, with lovely cheer. All things you meet here are what you decide And they are things by which you can abide. There you do see at the end of the street A crowd of people getting so replete MoonLit desires to be obsequious To all others there who aren’t in a fuss And she can do it ’cause she so desires To walk most brilliantly on the high wires. MoonLit must look at my other poems They give you ways you can overcome domes. There are but two and the names are this, “Sweet Spice” and “The Gate” are what you must kiss. Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 12:53 PM PST, Dennis Pickering   17 • 0 • 12