Montana Magic
Summer, Montana - I was twenty-one
Cloaked in gray thoughts, far vision concealed
Until I walked beneath your healing sun
Your magical, lush mountains revealed
In trees, symphonies of birdsong merry
Your trails of daisies led me to streams
Sprinkled with sweet pops of huckleberry
Your lodges - open, soaring antique beams
There, he found me - in silence, music heard
Held me close in his arms in moonlit dance
I loved that he loved my wellspring of words
Then, September - and he- gone in a glance
It is his unicorn charm I still feel
Alluring, spellbinding - but it's not real.
5/8/18
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