Lady of the lake..

 Lady of the lake….

We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we 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