You are the lady of the lake;
dancing with the sun kissed ripples
of a late and hazy afternoon
spent idly wandering...
light feet, free and fancy,
skipping over Lily pads and swaying
to rhythm of the reeds,
their roots sunk deep
in the cool blue pools of devotion.
You are the scent of pine
in the dark forest, flirting with shadows
as the sweet sap of mischief glistens
on your cherry blossom smile.
You are the breath that whips a frenzy
amid the cotton grass with your whisper...
spilling soft white seeds into grey skies
in feathered clouds of drifting
breathless passion.
