Some time ago I experienced the strangest thing,
it happened while I read a book beneath a tree one spring.
It was something that passed by my eyes and made me gasp in awe.
That! I know it is true because I truly saw it.
I saw it float above my head, and brush the limbs above pointing there;
I thought at first a butterfly just wanted to rest flying with care.
But then it started twinkling, and so I took a look,
with care and curiosity, until I dropped my book.
There sat in the glittering of gold,
white wings held in mid-flutter,
above my Lazy eyes quite asleep, as I began to stutter.
'Wh-h-h-at are you? I asked the tiny horse,
it looked like that I thought to get a crop.
But with its head now turned to me,
a golden horn on top.
I'd heard about it from some friends even seen a movie,
but never thought it true.
Until the day it came to me, and then I knew I knew.
This was that perfect moment when magic becomes known,
It's something rare and precious, a treasure to be shown.
I whispered gently to my new please, please friend, come close,
and with a twinkle and a snort, on its hind legs, it rose.
It buzzed around a little, then landed on my hand.
It bent and then I noticed, it dropped a golden strand.
A gift to me for reading under the tree, and so I thanked my friend.
Then off it glittered as it flew, as quick to start and end.
Now, though you may quite doubt me, please, stop to look this way,
I do wear it ‘round my neck; it's priceless every day.
It is the charm I made myself of Gold a unicorn's heart.
As with a small locket I made, in amethyst, and shining for its part.
To lead the hand to open it to find the truth is there,
a golden strand of magic to never lose, but to wear.
I don't know all its powers, and yet I feel it's dear,
a memory of the magic which sometimes does come near.
So, keep your heart wide open, and your eyes, as well, to see.
A Golden Unicorn flies by with treasures yet to be.