To Mold a Setting of Fine Silver with Care (or) ' The Awaiting' ~ Of Myth, Reality, and the Unicorn

You are a loving gem

whose prisms of curiosity

are fashioned from tools

As an alloy tempered in the cultures of life.

I have always been ready for you;

not so much as what you see

rather, what you feel when

You are happy and thought but serves.

If you are loved and happy

I have my wish, even unknown;

if you are not then,

Knowing you, I wait in the unknown as love.

Yes, you exist in my mind too,

as hopes and adventures formed

in an awe of self-reflection,

And the celebration of summer's last days.

I too am real and if you are strong

I exist as body and happy mind

in a fluid jigsaw of

Many exquisite pieces as of yet unformed.