Our Lady Of The Lake
The valley moon
a distant loon
trumpet my desire
Those wolfen tracks
that lead me back
beyond my heart’s aspire
And waiting there
across the lake
reflecting Heaven’s call
A Lady stands
with open arms
— above the water’s fall
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
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