The unicorn munches the grass,
horns, bright and sharp, tail wagging,
my daughter's amazed, eyes of glass,
she's never seen such wonderful beauty.
We slowly approach the gentle beast,
doesn't see as a threat to to say the least,
It allows my little girl to stroke its manes,
A kodak moment for any parent I'll say,
She giggles and hugs its tender neck,
strokes the top of its gentle little head,
my baby looks at me and looks content,
but then I remember the car and snapping neck.
There's no field of a unicorn, its burning like coal,
it was just a dream and I am stuck in the unknown,
that day she run in front, I grabbed hold of her,
but we were flipped in the air and rest is a blur.....
Dreaming is better as reality is worse
than fiction of a life without a curse,
Her sun-flower eyes, glowing black hair,
gentle smile like the brightest flower,
are memories more than I can ever bare,
The memories disappear,
as my skin starts to sear,
trees and myself catch on fire,
just another dream my dear,
" I'll let you ride the unicorn,
Just little gentle strokes,
and pull on the ropes,
if it gallops that you can't cope"
Dreams are like fire that keep memories
from burning but they leave us feeling dire,
smoking leaves me with no belief,
her innocent sleeves sung by the choir
I've never been one for believing,
but are my eyes being deceived?
She's flying through the fields
on the unicorn with such thrills.
The fiery fields turn back to green,
the grey skies turn back to blue,
Touched by an angel not just seen,
but many kisses and hugs by you.....