The lady of the lake


Lady of the lake

I loved the weeping willows trees by the lake,
I loved the month of July and August.
Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake,
whispered a sweet song to me.
“Do words matter?
What are we?
Maybe we are just, here for a second,
maybe we are just dancers upon the wind,
waiting for a reason to be alive.
Dear Poet,
dance with me near the weeping willow tree,
Lets, become like the free and wild dandelions,
reaching for the sky, fearless and strong.”
I brought the Lady of the lake near and I whispered.
Please Lady of the lake, love me today, love me tomorrow, love me forever,
with you near,
I want to live forever in your arms.

 
Dancing Coyote

 

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