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