By the Lake
beside water’s lap she bows her head
alone with herself and her dreams suspended in an afternoon
hazy summer sun
sighing in harmony
with her melancholy and
a questioning duck
she paints her nails
with the satisfied certainty
that he will find her there, and thus –
taken with the storybook picture
woven of solitude, devotion, and glitter –
begin her happily ever after after all, she is twelve #Poetry #lake #memories #romantic #dramaticchild #Childhood #Melancholy