O true Unicorn,
O true mythical companion,
O true hidden generator,
O energy of the spirit world,
Do not bow to me!
O only co-creator,
A soft wind from your wood flute,
(a bearded whimsical),
You sell ideas in dreams!
O I have composed,
O I have felt your grip upon my throat,
You are poet to me!
O Keep me from your dangerous rage,
O You are on the mountaintop as sage,
O Keep me finding irises in watercolor,
O You are in the dark, a savior,
O I will not detest your power,Silvered horn!