Fierce yet tender, it gallops through mist,
proud and humble, the unicorn comes,
the beast finds the weak, awes the wistful
but to purity it quickly succumbs.
Beauty’s innocence tempers its wild heart,
and she is enticed by its strength and grace,
the woods are deep, even deeper than art,
where myth and maiden meet face to face.
Though it kneels, she is the one that is moved
by the hope it reveals, the love it holds,
she clings to its mane, feels it disapprove
for it must remain in legends retold.
Beauty recalls beast in verse and love song,
while it dwells in sweet dreams, where it belongs.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PD!
From and by Cyndi MacMillan