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Lady By the Lake

Poetry By: air

I wrote this after hearing Darlene whom I work with sing at our anual 'crazy days' here in tracy mn. last week. this is where all the shops put out their wares in sales.
and we had an band that night, with signs up saying 'Beat the Band' if you knew a song the band didn't you got a small prize, hahaha, but you had to sing it. Darlene was ever so shy about singing to a couple songs so her voice was not real loud and yet emanating forth came the beautiful sound I have ever heard.......
I don't know maybe it was stress from the day but it brought tears from me, and now even just thinking about I begin to cry......wow,,

Submitted:Aug 8, 2008    Reads: 206    Comments: 8    Likes: 6   

Lady by the lake

The lady of the lake sat in silence

as reflections paved their way into her veiw,

and sun flakes dazzled their way under the fading

noon sun.


All things went silent awaiting her song--

and then itbegan

although it may not be what the lake had waited for...


it came in sorrow and sadness,

a yearning inside for something that was not tangible

at least not anymore....


and then, it turned to grief, and as the waves carried the echo

across the lake

it deepened.

and oh, and ohh, the sun flakes cried.....

and I, I cried.....

and the tress,

the trees cried.....

and the voice,,,,yes the voice cried....


She continued to sing,

and then suddenly after a pause something began to change

it was as if something sprang forth

and the grass was lifted.

The lady's voice began again

although with a renewed rejuvenation.

I don't know, could it be the clouds carried her song away

and left only sentiment to grasp within herself?

But no, it was much more than anything sentimental,

this here in her voice began to echo something far more grand.

I can not describe the way it made me feel inside,

butI will tell you that the sun flakes danced in rhythm with the bowing leaves.

Her voice as much as I would like to express it here,

it was just too beautiful to place into words.

My soul was speachless.

and as my poem has become void of any kind of understanding

in that day though, yes inside that day,

it was full.


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