Unicorn

My mind has seen you; though my eyes are veiled
In doubt and search for you in vain.
My heart has found you; though my feet have failed
To tread the secret path to your domain.
In dreams I've known you; there, where myths arise
Revitalised to make their message new,
Your world meets mine, abandoning disguise,
And, in the stillness, surely that was you?
It's said that only those of saintly mien
Are privileged to meet you, face to face.
I can't believe the lost, the might-have-been,
May not reach out to touch your horn of grace.
For you are hope and, should hope be denied,
The promise of redemption will have died.

Mary Spain
Art Janie Olsen