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Take my hand and walk with me?
Walk with me through time
See all that we were, and all we are meant to be

Take my hand and walk with me?
Walk with me in truth and light
I need you so I won’t spiral off into the unknown,

Take my hand and walk with me?
Open your eyes to love
That eternal love which follows us through time

Take my hand and walk with me?
Our fingers intertwine as we follow our path together
Our spirits know truth and they whisper in our ears
We need only to be brave enough to listen

Photograph & poetry by May WaterImage

Walk with Me? was originally published in QUEEN MARYMARY/ May Water/ Siren Publishing/ 2011


The Lady

By chance he meets a stranger, in greeting grasps her hand,

A vision flickers in his mind, a castle in a faraway land.

She tilts her head a bit to the left, her long hair drapes over her shoulder

Now he pictures her in a violet silk robe.

She looks wiser and somehow older.

She laughs out loud at a joke he’s made,

Her eyes twinkle with delight.

He knows he’s heard that laugh before!

But how could he,

They’ve just met tonight…

Every time she smiles at him,

He longs to hold her hand.

An image of embracing on an ancient bench,

Again in that faraway land.

She is so familiar in every way!

He asks her where they’ve met.

Trying to piece this puzzle by guessing:

Maybe he’s not ready to remember yet.

Again she tilts her head and smiles,

He looks deeply into her eyes:

She lets him peer into her soul; she now wears no disguise,

He glimpses a scene of ships, a throne, and sorrow,

And faintly hears her cries.

He shakes his head to clear it,

Such silliness he’s imagined!

Visions of castles and ancient times,

From a lady he’s just befriended.

Yet his spirit knows and cannot deny

The pull to keep her near,

Go ahead then, take her hand!

Consider this a dare. For mayhap he does know her

From this royal time anon,

Three centuries may have slipped past,

But thine images are still strong.

Mayhap ’tis is a second chance

To right thy wrongs of past;

Perchance this is no random council.

’Tis time to heal thy wounds at last?

The Lady smiles softly and breathes in deep,

Waiting for her Lord to speak;

What will he do? What can he say?

’Tis thou brave or ’tis thou meek?

She looks at the time and backs away,

Mumbling she’s glad you met;

Sadness fills her dark brown eyes,

Eyes full of acceptance, and also regret.

He is left with a hollow sense of loss,

Feels helpless as he watches her leave;

If he ran to her and grasped her hand…

Mayhap if he only believed.

May Water Image

Photograph by May Water

THE LADY was first published in the erotic romance MAGNIFICENT KING by May Water/Siren Publishing