With a rein on wind I drift,
spiraling across open sea of sky.

The Unicorns elegant and sleek
drift as if carried by wings on back.
The unicorns soul merges with mine,
while divine orchestration ensues.

Creatures precious with horns invite our union
to be woven in the matrex as angels sing.
And as our aura-theric bodies
are consecrated to merge with breath
Time stops, and limits exist not
as we celebrate our oneness
and freedom is ours
freedom is ours A Unicorn Interlude