Unicorn
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Soft flame flutters gently before surrendering to darkness
A wealth of golden glow
Your mind has been captured by dreams, pirates of the imagination
Controlling your activity
One circle of gray light fades through the arch windows
You become spotlight bright
And I study your eyes as they dash
Through never-ever real land
Are you racing, trying to catch the runaway unicorn?
Steady, boy, this is your fantasy; let the legend come to you
Garnish him with a crimson saddle
And canter across hills of sweet poppies
Your yellow-brick road need not bear lions
Unless you wish to be their king
A color-splashed vision
Enhanced by your chestnut mane
And so you roll, and our waterbed rolls wave-like with you
Lions and unicorns dwell not within the sea
So they vanish
Creating a tiny subconscious wrinkle of memory
Your fingers tighten, clinging to your raft
Tossed by the tides and waves
But Pan flutes from the banks’ hanging cliff
The turbulence subsides; you float smoothly o’er open sea
So you mellow your mood and follow your eyes
Up, up, it glares but does not burn
For the sun cannot hurt dreamer’s eyes
Unless you let it
Stare as it slowly sinks to a spectral sunset
That becomes a rainbow because you see it that way
And your raft is now a craft, thirty feet, steel-plated
Sprouting rings of purple smoke and wings of green feathers
Your chariot, my lean and softly-lit friend,
Chases the sun across the sky to find your pot of gold
When the soft flame flutters gently
Before surrendering to darkness
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