What Was She Looking For?
                I wonder what it was
          A silver unicorn was looking for
                As she stood upon a green bluff
          Watching the lowering moon.

                The spreading boughs of a tree above her,
          Cloven hooves firmly planted in the grass,
                Ivory mane and tail tumbling down,
          Crystal horn pointed straight up,

                She shone like a discreet star,
          Cast from the heavens unto earth.
                A motionless star, watching the moon,
         As if hoping to find her answers there.

                She stood perfectly still, and I was held
         By wonder and awe at her argent beauty.
                Then she turned her eyes from the moon to
         Me, peace and calm in her steady silver gaze.

                She observed the moon one final time,
         And cast a last glance at me.
                She neighed softly, silvery and ethereal.
         A silvery gate of mist and light appeared.

                Without a glance backward, she sprang.
         The unicorn vanished, the gate closing behind.
                But I never found the answer to my  
         Question: What was she looking for?