Montana

There’s a little log cabin in Montana

It’s out there somewhere

Empty

Simply waiting

Like heaven on earth

Rolling hills cascading all the way to the mountainside

Porch faces west

The sun channels its inner Picasso every single night

Performs its masterpiece

This could be Wyoming

Or Idaho

Or even here in my county

It doesn’t matter

It’s there

Someplace…….

I dream about it often

In this dream, she’s there

Always

She has to be; one cannot go without the other

Without her, it’s just an old empty house

Lonely and void of significance…….

There’s a loveseat for two

Her hand in mine

Glass of wine for her; a cold one for me

If I died right here with my hand entwined in hers, I couldn’t complain…….

This dream will take time

But all dreams do

A lot of obstacles will test our patience, our commitment, our love

They will pop up from time to time between now and then

Their magnitude may seem great

But they will be defeated

These hurdles are mere thoughts that cast our own doubts

They can be worn down over time in the face of real, genuine love

We will remain vigilant

We only need to recite these last three lines when these harmless, potent less thoughts attempt to bear fruit…….

The dream is still a dream

But one day, when our love has earned its rightful place in this little old log cabin

In the perfect valleys of Montana

We will look each other in the eyes and know it was all worth it