Lady of the lakes…


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