The Lady Gwen

I sit alone.....waiting

enjoying the quiet that is,

and my thoughts turn towards Lady Gwen;

and I smile as I remember.

Hers was not an easy journey.

The thorn in her foot impeded her balance.

and I weep for Lady Gwen.

I mourn alone.....waiting

and the light steed charges the horizon...

bringing yet, another day without the Lady Gwen;

and I recall the dance that we did share,

and the winds of fortune were at our backs.

That day we shared of the folly,

and I'm glad for Lady Gwen.

I stand alone.....waiting

enjoying the season that is,

and feeling better about Lady Gwen.

She rests while we still toil.

The table is set for a banquet in her honor,

and there is a place set for me.

How I miss the Lady Gwen.