I cannot show you the unicorn's home,

Though I really wish that I could.

I'd always searched near forest or copse

I'd been led to believe that I should.

Near despair, I knew I was lost,

Having thought I was lost for years.

Then I said 'God help me', an agnostic's curse,

I felt so very close to tears.

I walked to my sea, fell into the waves,

Not thinking in reason, I couldn't.

And that's when I saw it, the unicorn swims:

It doesn't care if it shouldn't.