Unicorn Longing
K.C. Kreycik
I caught her scent from miles away,
like damask roses the color of shells.
Will she be the one who stays with me?
And if she will—I will
carry her to frosted mountains
wreathed in lilac smoke
and we will watch the firebird sun
climb into the topaz sky a thousand times
to fall beneath its wizard's cloak of night—
diamond promises on dark velvet.
And when she is far and away, returned to the earth
and the ghosts who wait for her,
I will remember her eyes, colored ocean,
and the touch of her hand, white fire,
and the stream of her hair, gold wind,
and she will be the vow in my heart
held in my memory through every forever—
let it be so.
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