Unicorn's Magic

By Elysabeth Faslund

You crept, soundless, into a virginal twilight…
Stopping by Eternity.

You heard leaves of the First Oak tic-tacking
Forever winds into breezes….
Light as your laughter…squint-eyed, teeth gleaming…
Searching. Searching.

Why waste the search? Scorch unformed dew to
Crisp grasses brown in Time’s Hall…
Did you dry tears of the Unicorn
When breaking its Horn?
Once, by its Tip…twice, near its Head.

Think you separated the Unicorn from magic?
Did you bother looking into
Its Eyes?

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