The Breathing Lake | Prose for Thought

Take me with your every breath,
let me ride on your canoe,
hide me from the dark shadows,
and bath in your filtered light.

Paint on my skin, like the sun,
dipped in a heavenly palette.
Caress my shoulders with air –
that folds like a cloak around.

I want to feel every sigh,
the daily tides, rise and fall.
To hold your hand, through the years –
see love in every season.

Don’t hide from me in shadow,
Nor let me sink in hollow.
Let us swell up together –
like the mountains that blanket the lake.

© Sarah Lee, 25 April, 2013