Dreaming?

'Twas one warm midsummer's day,
I felt the breeze blow far and wide.
A perfect time for a picnic stay
As the sun cast a warming tide.

I sat beneath the old oak tree
To read and feast galore;
When drowsiness overcame me
Then I slept upon the forest floor.

I awoke in time, of course,
But I could not believe
That there stood a one-horned horse
Amidst the forest leaves.

I gasped in great surprise
As the unicorn came near.
I could not trust my own eyes
When he set aside my fears.

"Fear not, gentle maiden," said he
To my astonished mind.
Quickly I filled with glee;
My fears I could not find.

Ever so soft he lay on the ground
His calm eyes began to close
On my lap he lay his head down
And then I noticed the single rose.

The rose was a gentle pink.
I plucked it with great care.
And only then did I think
Of whence it came to his hair.

I only began to think and ponder
When the steed at once awoke.
"I have many places to wander,"
Said he as the spell broke.

He left with a swish of his tail,
A mystery he was enshrouded.
I couldn't even follow his trail
Because my thoughts soon became clouded.

I opened my tired eyes to discover
I had only fallen asleep.
Around me were no others,
And my confusion ran very deep.

In my hand I soon saw
A delicate pale pink flower.
This perfect rose had no flaw;
'Twas only a token of my magic hour.