Made Real

Wild stallion
whitely running o'er the earth
and flying through the skies
as the moon and stars sing lullabies
to please and tease all care away

Unicorn, a horn of gold
magically, we meet and gleam together
shining boldly now
through clouds of loneliness
to thus express an ecstasy
beyond the bounds
of all expression

for we flow together
riding so in sync
that some might think they spy
a god, a Pan, now in these skies
of ebony and indigo

and maidens fair
from everywhere
hold out their hands
for just one touch
of ecstasy and thee

Yet still we fly
together, you and I
through galaxies of our own making
dreaming, wishing, making real
this subtle, sultry, complex feel
of love . . .


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