Unicorns were my world…
I can still remember
The poem:
Furthest & Highest
But not beyond reach
Seek thou a place
By a teardrop
Where the emptiness is raised
And a wandering heart
Can finally be stilled.
It was a prophecy
To where the
Unicorn's horn
Had been buried.
I knew where it was
I was 20
The furthest waterfall
In California
That when it went dry
There would be
A cave
And that in that
Cave would be
Stalactites' that
Would drip teardrops
And that there
Would be
A set of stacked stones
There…
In Silver bound
Beneath the ground
I am the Spiral Horn.
My heart leapt
On fire for my
Beloved Yeshua…
It was just the two
Of us,
Lovers
Beloveds.
The animals would come
To me by night
To say
Sweet dreams
Like some
Disney movie…
I walked out into
The night
And there he stood
The White Stag
The oldest of them
In refuge of the hunters
On the little island
I lived…
He was magnificent
Regal…
We stared at each other
And then I went
And sat on a bench
Off the pier
Of this private
Little island
Laid my head
On his chest
And said,
“I love you
but I want
someone with
a body.”
I was a fool.
I was young
And innocent.
So here I am now
And 20 years
Have gone by
And I want
It back
But know
I can never
Regain it.
The Unicorn's
Have lost their
Appeal and
Magick for me.
I still know
Where the horn is
But it no longer
Calls me.
I think though
I am ready to go
Back to those
Imaginary realms
I played in
As a child again
Because I need
No one else
To go there
And the
Friends
Of my youth
Have missed me.
I may no longer
Be innocent,
But I am still
A creature
Of magick.
