Like the mystical unicorn.
One that can be seen with the minds eye. But remain untouched.
Unable to be contained.
Or even remain still enough..to allow for Such
An act to occur.
There is wonder in my mystery
Confusion in my mastery
When I’m simply..just being me
The way the creator made me to Be.
I belong to None and
At the same time to All..
A paradox of such
How can someone be loved and hated at the same time..so fiercely. So Much.
Unable to be truly owned
Except in that one special case
When that one special being is able to meet with me
In that one..special Place.
Until that time I remain an Illusion.
Apologizing in advance for any Confusion.
That my imminent presence/absence may cause.
Please understand its not my choice..
Even a thing of apparent Beauty still has its flaws
Mine is slipping through fingers like wind between branches and leaves.
Leaving a path of loving devastation..like a tornado to unsuspecting Trees.
Like the Breeze.
Should you have the pleasure of resting head upon breast or mouth to Lips..
Most especially that of gently running fingertips..across my Hip..
Treasure it. Savor it. Understanding all it Means.
The next time you open your eyes as if from a Dream.
I’ll be in the wind.