Perhaps a smile

The wanderings of souls

how each moment of their existences

is but a fleeting glimpse

of Love

is but a glimmer

of Time

is but a fractured unicorn’s heartbeat

dribbling its silver

into leaves soaked by the early morning mists

of Eternity

How is it possible

that such random paths

of Solitude

somehow manage to find

Love in an Eternity of Time

These existences of shadowy almost moments

breathe only to find

the warmth of another

to share the colours of beginning

and so create

the roots of Life

and so create

the leaves for which unicorn’s tears

bless with their magic

and yet

how many of these beautiful creatures need to bleed

before we realise

we only need to look around us

to see that Love is already here

we simply need to touch

with perhaps a smile

the wandering souls around us …

and yet

sometimes we all need a little magic …