The Unicorn

I touch the bark,
soft and rough.
Green moss and smells of juniper.
Sunlight streams,
through the branches onto my prey.
The unicorn, a breath away.
His tail gently sways,
in the coolness of this spring day.

An orange caterpillar creeps
in loops towards my skin.
A bright blue butterfly is stored within.
I move slowly, closer.
Touch the moist tree with my cheek.
Mushroom smells.
Close eyes, feel weak,
tired.
Desire sleep.

Eyes open, focus on the horse,
its curled spire,
lit like fire in crepuscular rays.
I watch the creature bend to graze.

I step out with care.
Each move crisps.
I am seen.
In silence, we wait, and stare.
All is serene.

For twenty years I have chased
this beast sublime.
Love and tears mark the time.
Work, and patience.
Hope.
The sky opens, grey rain falls fine.
Spats and taps, leaves hiss.
I lift my head,
as he steps closer, to kiss.
He is mine.
And I am his.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.