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
Whipped Owl 