Out of the mists
She rose
Like the Lady of the Lake
Searching for an unseen calling
Following the ancient siren-song
Was it safe...
A Trap...
The pull was so strong
Waking from the dream...
She felt the longing...
the need...
the emptiness...
When will he arrive...
Her heart missed him so...
someone...
something...
She has never had
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
She rose
Like the Lady of the Lake
Searching for an unseen calling
Following the ancient siren-song
Was it safe...
A Trap...
The pull was so strong
Waking from the dream...
She felt the longing...
the need...
the emptiness...
When will he arrive...
Her heart missed him so...
someone...
something...
She has never had
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie