When Unicorns Could
Dance
Yesterday on the
radio
They played that
old James Taylor song,
Brought memories,
flooding back to me;
A walled up space
inside my head,
Sealed up for many
years,
Crumbled, at the
first lines of the melody.
Outside just then,
it began to rain,
As if some old God
had heard it too;
And splashed tears
on my windowpane,
That streaked
slowly down in two’s.
I was for a moment
transferred, to a different time,
When we both
believed, that unicorns could dance,
I walked out this
morning and I wrote down this poem,
So sorry, we never
made it for that second chance.
Dancing Unicorn -- Le Van Tai
