In response to:
Broken the heart of the Unicorn
Whose own begining has summond her end
Destined to wander alone in this world
Through deserts where Love should have been...
Her Spirit is cast of unearthly powers
Something this world's never known.
It's source and it's strength she harbors within
Is all that reminds her of home.
Her home is not here and she knows this.
Yet she serches in vain for a sign
In hopes that she may know what Love is.
It all seems so futile sometimes.
She belongs to the light of another world
Where the power of Love persists.
Yet she was born into this dimension
To prove that the other exists.
-Me-
Be not broken in heart or antler
Or believe the summons or summoner
Or solitude a destiny pre-chosen
Certainly not that Love has a preferred climate
Harnessing spirit is a futility we all try
To learn the attempt is only a show of force
Power lay in letting go harboring strength
in release and a True sense of home
I too am just a passer through
Vulnerable to the trappings of vanity
Again futility being force and power
Found in surrender, for we are not seperate from love
Power, light, love,and dimension
Persist everywhere all the time
(for lack of a better term)
To prove existence, One only need "be"
-I-