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© Copyright Amy Anderson
Why cannot I see the mystery
Hiding in your eyes
For I had found it once before
On a brief september morn.
I know I have not been faithful
Or else it would be there
But alas it's no where near,
You porcelain ivory eyes.
Mystery is like the unicorn
There but never seen.
It skips around like fairy wings
But never can be caught.
It lives in a world of dreams and myths
Where few are able to enter,
For when it's sought it's never found
But when not is all around.
Something is watching
But what can they can they be?
Doorways into space,
Portals into time?
Not moving an inch
Staring at you?
No, peering into
Your heart's pure content
For none can decieve
Those celestial globes
As they search for the one,
With the purest of souls.
Shining in the mist
Breaking through the dawn
The light is emanating
Into the darkest gloomy soul.
It changes all perspectives
Of our torn and shattered world
For that is it's only job
The unicorn's golden horn.
When I'm lonely and forlorn
I know someone is there,
Watching me and following me
My secret guardian angel.
She stands alone
Bright and clear
A scentry in the wind
I cannot see
Or breath her name
No one really can
For she is magical
And will not let down the guard
So when I feel her watching me
A smile invades my mouth
Cause though I cannot see her near
I know the unicorn is there.