Does the Unicorn still live in your heart?

The night again pushes out the day,
Air once more takes on a chill,
Growing old seems not at all far away,
What has become of my childlike thrill?

Gone it seems with the Unicorn,
All thought of a life filled with hope,
With ice white coat and golden horn,
Banished from existence - how can I cope?

In days gone by the sun forever shone,
But the future seems so fragile and bleak,
Has my hope in happiness forever gone?
Am I destined to never find but ever seek?

Days filled with quiet and noisy desperation,
Oh if I had only known of what it really meant,
When I asked her into my life without contemplation,
Maybe I should have waited for one whom heaven sent?

But how was I to know that love with her to me is death,
I must tell myself that somewhere beautiful,
Maybe where there is no need for breath,
The Unicorn lives - coat pure white, horn pure gold, glinting in the sun - forever hopeful.