Dreaming the Unicorn--By Andrea Dietrich--United States

Dreaming the Unicorn

Where fancy's flowers bloom, I go,

and music starts to play.

And when sweet words of beauty flow,

I dip and weave and sway. . .

Then comes a white horse, my delight,

so I'll not be forlorn.

In step with him, I freely write!

I dream the unicorn.