The Last Unicorn, I am Alive!

Promises

To others like me who still have dreams,
the butterflies remain
to bring a promise of things to come
like rainbows after rain.

Uncharted paths to mountain peaks
may lead to valley floors.
Yet, who on earth can guarantee
what lies beyond closed doors.

Don't teach me how to build a shell
and live my life inside
and close my thoughts to butterflies
or say unicorns have died.

Perhaps it's wrong to live in dreams
and seek that pot of gold,
but looking to new horizons each day
keeps hearts from growing old.



Poem by: R. Wayne Porter