Poem: The Dragon and The Unicorn

Inspired by too much Peter Beagle. The second part could use a bit of strengthening, especially at the end. All of my poems seem to just kind of dribble out of strength by then.

The Dragon and The Unicorn

Her name is not important
but I've been chasing her timelessly
the way the moon follows a car
down a drowsy winter's lane.
I've touched the air where her hair had been
and I have wandered at the trail she weaves through snow at times
when she wants to experience the new sensation
of herself on earth;
I have dreamed, and desired,
I have awed myself to tears
and gotten just this close
to willing myself to her for the rest of my life
I have curled up at the merest breath of her
like a newborn world protecting the first creatures
who will one day nibble upon my shores.
For as surely as I am Power
she is everything beautiful left in the world
but all of this won't matter
because she is not for me.

She is timeless, you see,
as am I,
relics and memories of a titan's era
where man still had time to dream of us
when they looked after the night.
It is a very strange existence
knowing you are no longer needed, or even wanted
but still we survive
because the Dream will always be in motion
as long as there are people left to dance...
But she is beyond real:
we all exist as long as she wills it,
impure daydreams of an otherwise perfect mind.
I long to have her,
but she is not for me.
I want to possess her
but she cannot be had, or held, or even touched,
only remembered with every fiber of my being...
I cannot have her, but she has me
and I will follow her forever
until the fabric of this age has faded
and another is woven to take its place.
I will follow her
so she may run
through the trees
through the cities
through threadbare memories that can scarcely recall her name
through lonely winter roads
lit only by my warmth...
I will be her moon.