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Unicorn

Hot embers on a blust’ry arctic night
 
Hardly a flicker, not a star on sight
 
Horned horse in my dream, unicorn so white
 
Pow’r and gentleness; signs the future’s bright
 
Hot beads flow slowly down my furrowed cheeks
 
Hard rhythms clock my gait; I keep abreast
 
Horn-rimmed glasses fall down my heaving chest
 
Fast he runs, I keep pace as the owl shrieks
 
Hot pursuit ends; I mount the one-horned steed
 
Hard work pays off, so to in my real world?
 
Horn held tight, we galloped, a spirit freed
 
On the horizon, the sun peeks, herald
 
Of joy and hope, signs of my new found creed
 
Of my new love, future I now behold!
 
 
02-05-2013
© Vic A Evora

(2013)

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