Unicorn

. 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