Cold stone fantasy

a dream of wind in my hair
as I race over the treetops
with the look of a maiden fair
my fingers entwine in the soft
white mane of a unicorn in flight
and the feathered wings of this
gallant beast beat with all their might
people pause to look up at me
and I smile down on the crowds
the golden horn of my beautiful steed
shimmers as we dance o'er the clouds
How admiring are the glances
of handsome young men
as they line to up to kiss my hand
I smile graciously and then
swiftly am I gone, leaving them
with longing eyes and empty dreams
across the world and heavens we ride
O'er sunlight and moonbeams
and no man's say do we ask
to complete our wandering deeds
We are one, my unicorn and I
my companion and not my beast
the quintessence of freedom
is in her silky mane and the
soft sound of her hoofbeats
reluctantly I begin to wake
from my world of dreams
and finally I recognize that
that girl will never be me
I turn my head and let my hand fall
from the small porcelin figurine
my eyes light on a fairy child
and I lose myself in another
cold stone fantasy