Unicorn

A unicorn by my window side
Stading alone with no ride,
Eyes unlit, seen through the slit.

She turned around, her back to me.
I wonder who tends her riding mane.
So soft and transcendence was her beauty reign.

In form and conduct, she was a beast.
Her eyes, a mixture of fire and ice
Hell or not, you would want a ride.

"ko ko ko" friends come as they do
Like a flash, it went off in a booze,
like all dreams, surreal and a ruse.

Look son, Papa told me,
That dream of yours is everything true.
An insight from the well of life.

Every horse has its native flaw,
Reason why they remain on the floor.
Like the tiny animacule called the flor.

So men dream of unicorn; a fantasy,
They tell it's story on land and sea.
Bearing an attitude, no eye has seen.

"it's the better alternative", Papa moved on.
Man has a pride to feed on
The fantasy had to be kept on.

But, the unicorn remain a dream,
Horses still rule the realm,
At least, they ain't like the false beam.

Horse is real, unicorn is not.
Learn to cope with the horse not perfect,
Than wait for a unicorn never coming real.

©Gifted Hands.