The Unicorn Â part 2
by Jennifer L Banks
His hooves are worn from the miles hes tread
His body is weary from his time in this town.
His mane flecked with grey
Those eyes so blue and hopeful
He hears the sound of a steel vessel
A rumbling beast about to leave the bus station
The smell of exhaust infects his nostrils
Calling him to leave,
He stays in the mists where his ghosts lie
Its safe he feels, never venturing too close
To the real world.
Never too close to us.
He fidgets quietly.
I dared to reach out
But like others, I have failed.
What I saw seemed so romantic
Yet now I see it a saddness.
You can never hold on to a mythical creature.
Hes looking for something, just out of reach
Ill walk along the gravel road,
and watch the unicorn playing in the field.
Hes so beautiful, his scars, his passion, his thought.
He fears me, though I've never put a bridle near him
Or held him back.
But hell just run over me,
When he escapes.
Posted on 09/09/2004
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