A shroud rests on a barren soul
As dusty winds swirl through her mind
Branches reaching with bare arms slender
For a loving moon
And the chill of the night is her only
warmth
Through time's unseemly seam, she sees the
bend
In Grace, she bows and waits
Ever the Lady
Tranquility on the water's surface
Calmness in her eyes
But never more
For these Sweet Dreams are just that –
Dreams
They vanished with the last morning star
Somewhere someone once stood alone
There she holds what can not be found
The Lady of Willows walks her path
Thus doing, keeps her memories bound
There she rests a broken heart
And ever more her stare will haunt
The ones she has loved, the one she's
with,
The ones who never speak her name
Soft words echo sadly through her thoughts
That time so long ago
She let go
Let slip away
A window closed
A heart closed
Her face stone
Lady Alone
...
Once again, he is now a bit of my past...
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