Not Mrs. Muir Poem by elysabeth faslund

Snoring, sleeping, dreaming.
Speaking dreams to nights
When I dream, not sleeping.
Once-upon-a-time
There was Time....

For hearts not torn.
Alarms of peace
And, 'Thank you, please.'
In a one-room cabin.

Such was the Unicorn.
Such the drifting of waves...
There, and gone again.
Such the forest of dreams.

Careful, all my beloveds...
For once you touch the
Unicorn...reach out some
Lightning night...

You may find love...I hope
You do....but I do hope you
Have Sight.