Her beautiful coat was as white as snow,
Galloping along as her long mane flowed.
I could see those beautiful crystal blue eyes,
I knew of my presence she was apprised.

Some may think this was only a dream,
A wishful vision dancing in the sun beams.
However there are wonders if we just look,
A phenomenon believed only to be in books.

Many see only that they think they can see,
So open your mind and come dream with me.
Then one day in the rays of the setting sun,
You too may see a unicorn as she swiftly runs.

Copyright @ 2004 M. Doris Fuller