East

With one long alabaster spiral
Facing towards the East
Blinding white and graceful
Softly lit like a beacon
Like a star on his hill.

Perhaps one day on your journeys you'll notice
A sound like tiny clarion bells, or
A smell like the clearest of water.
I hope you'll turn and see him,
One day, with his face to the eastern sky
Perhaps waiting patiently
But more likely, I think, 
Running.




I really like unicorns. I doubt this is the last you'll see of them this month.
I'll have some good structured verse for you soon, I promise, but I keep forgetting about this project until the last minute and so don't have time for anything that really takes a lot of thought. Still, I kind of like this one. Do you?