The Collection:

A unicorn added or given

a rememberance of a time

some with joy

some with pain.

All are untamed

no bridle is worn

for it's worn only by giving

that which is unattainable.

The poem above was written by me. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
In my site you will find a few of my interests. I hope you hang around a bit to browse some of them. On most of the pages there is a guestbook for comments.

The excerpt below is a favorite of mine:

To see what we have never seen,
to be what we have never been,
to shed the chrysalis and fly,
depart the earth, kiss the sky,
to be reborn, be someone new;
Is this a dream or is it true?

Can our future be cleanly shorn
from a life to which we're born?
Is each of us a creature free--
or trapped at birth by destiny?
Pity those who believe the latter.
Without freedom, nothing matters.

--The book of Counted Sorrows
--Tick Tock by Dean Koontz