Out and about, looking for a find
Having immense loving in mind
I roam through the unicorn fields
I sense you near
As I whisper,
A hum
Slowly caresses my ears
Touching the essence of what might be soul
Otherworlds and physical
At war no more
The veil is crossed
Then pulled back
The creature that used to be fantasy
Is now leaving clear cut tracks
The otherworld joins physical
And doesn’t look back
The gentle gallop of a unicorn
Feeds your soul
Touch, taste and sight,
Senses beyond what we know as right
Fight
No more
Spirit of Tara 