Where do you run
bright force of nature
weaving through my dreams and childhood,
waiting for me in fallen abbeys,
in stitches of silver,
captured in paintings and tapestries
waiting to be freed…
In open meadows painted with wildflowers
the memory of you nuzzles my outstretched palm,
your shimmer leads me through dark forests
where the light of day never finds you…
Somewhere… you roam free
and gallop through blue-green hills
to the sound of music that few can hear.
I see you everywhere,
you find me no matter where I go,
reminding me to follow the pace of my imagination,
that always finds a way
back to your pure heart
and the wonder of your being
a unicorn.
Unicorn Day 2019