unicorn

scarred and stained from battles
he stood tall and moved forward
clenching hard onto few morsels of sand
more perhaps fractions of a mirage
a mirage of a unicorn
whose touch would quench his fires
whose glimpse would bring forth smiles
words evaded his lips often
yet the mirage exists within his eyes
found he did his mirage
as verses of a forgotten tale
there she stood beside a lake
staring at his breach of her world
silence spoke of endearment in an instance
the winds whispered tales of a possibility
caressing her mane in the flow
yet there he stood silent
few moments crawled as decades
slowly he back stepped and moved on to solitude
On some bank he scribbled
tender rains on verses he scribbled on sands
he trudged on hoping rains brush away
brush away words and memories of the unicorn.