Poetry

Unicorn

I felt you.

A touch of shimmer;

A caress of lace.

An invisible presence;

Inches from my face.

You stand there watching me,

As though I were blind.

But I'm only dozing;

You should really hide.

You think I know not,

Of what you seek?

I'm not special,

Or even concrete.

But I know,

That you didn't vanish-

Like the wind into space-,

Because you stand there.

Staring at me.

With such a sad face.