She is unbreakable like a diamond
With dynamic passion emboldened
Shimmering with everlasting grace
A thunderbolt of eternal strength
She cannot be destroyed
She stands firmly rooted, even when they try
She is a constant intangible presence,
lighting up the night sky
Her ethereal essence shines like the bright north star,
guiding you from afar
Keeping her light eternally lit
She relies on the sensual dance of reciprocity,
While being guided by the silver moonbeams of synchronicity
Her slender form doesn't reflect in his eyes
She can see with piercing clarity through any lies
For she is a unicorn,
in a woman's form
With her own dreams and mind
Not an obedient reflection of mankind
She merges with a man of pure heart,
yet still is a woman unto her own; her own work of fine art
Her eyes have a mysterious glow,
that only he will know
He too knows the rhythm of the mesmerizing dance of reciprocity
As he places his warm hand on the small of her back,
She will feel a surge of heat and know she recognizes his tracks
—Melina Powers
“What is the matter with your eyes? Why can I not see myself, in your eyes”
An image of me wearing a beautiful silver and mother of pearl unicorn pendant that my dad handcrafted when I was a child. It is thought to be the last one of its kind— the last unicorn.
“When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning; And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning; Then look into sky where through the clouds a path is formed; Look and see her how she sparkles, it’s the last unicorn”