I’m thought verily sought after
By some of us that are but
Slightly insane

And those who believe in me
Are those who can see in me
All of my names

For I am the unicorn
That no one will know
And this is my song,
This is how it goes…

I am a photo in motion
To catch, capture
and to captivate

I am a two-legged step-stool
Balanced, toppling
under too much weight

I am the leaky drinking cup
Leaves you thirstier
Than all of the rest

I am a map to wealth untold
Buried treasure
of now empty chest

I am a precise instrument
Drawn by this hand
Therefore obsolete

I am a fine tuned melody
Locked in your head
and without a key

I am an old spruce violin
Gathering dust
Kept just in this case

I am a weathered leather ball
Deflated, flat
from neglect to waste

I am a wish born of wisdom
but still, witless
biteless and toothless

I am an uprooted tree stump
Heritage reigns
Not gripping but rootless

I am a blue sapphire gemstone
Precious but lost
in and amongst greens

I am a truth full of fancy
Flawless to fault
And caught in between

Tears In Rain

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