Searching For Unicorns

I am searching for unicorns where the green wind blows.
I am searching for unicorns where the wood becomes the dell.
I look for their breath in the winter air when it snows,
Some impossible kind of sweetness that I will know full well.

I am searching for unicorns when I wake up at dawn.
I am searching for unicorns as I walk out to watch the sun.
I will know them, I will know them; sweeter than a song,
Wilder than a breeze will be their steps as they run.

I am searching for unicorns when I go to the mundane.
I am searching for unicorns no matter when I am awake.
I listen for their voices ringing out between the cries of pain,
For in nightmares I stalk them; their clarity I cannot shake.

I am searching for unicorns when I look into the sunlit west.
I am searching for unicorns when I watch the sunset turn to night.
And if I do not answer, and for hours do not look my best,
It may be because I thought I heard a unicorn in the light.

I am searching for unicorns wherever I place my hands.
I am searching for unicorns when I close my eyes to feel.
I remain convinced I will find them living between lands,
That if I put out my hand I might brush a clean white heel.

I am searching for unicorns when I turn my head suddenly.
I am searching for unicorns when my eyes restless roam.
I must see them, I must see them; as boats upon a sea,
I think I can feel them running from this world to their home.

I am searching for unicorns whenever I might sniff the air.
I am searching for unicorns when I flinch from the smell of oil.
I am smelling their scent mingled with the wildflowers fair,
The scent of something pure and noble, the innately royal.

I am searching for unicorns when I find myself weeping tears.
I am searching for unicorns whenever the beauty breaks my heart.
I know that the wildflower scent means a white herd nears,
And the pale fire brushed me, and then once more flew apart.

I am searching for unicorns no matter where I go or what I do.
I am searching for unicorns though no one else might mind them.
And after so many years, I wonder if my glory-dreams are true:
I am searching for unicorns, but do I want to find them?