Unicorns gracefully leap through my dreams,

Flitting about tying

Reality and dreams together with

The silver fragile thread of hope.

Their presence is often as clear as a

Full moon against a night black sky.

Sometimes they fade beyond sight.

But their existence is as real and tangible

As these words on paper.

For without my unicorns,

My dreams would not exist.

Joanna Ballard - Feb. 9, 1981