Unicorn nightfall

Denuded.
I refuse to accept exile.
The subtle colors of the dying night
The vigor that marks the struggle.
Is this phantasmagoria or phantasy?
Illusion or sheer creative thinking.
The ascent burdens the bag,
Carrying the stones of nothingness,
Heavy as vikings,
Crippled from battle.
This is unison,
Where the harpy makes love
To the lucid dreamer.

~ by Aquatic Poetry on July 20, 2011.

2 Responses to “Unicorn nightfall”

  1. Beautiful photo and words.

  2. Thanks Charles… enjoy your day.

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