Lady of the lake

  Lady of the lake
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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