Lady of the Lake, your petticoats are better nets, <br />Bitter nets, finer woven, hoarding. <br />Wear robes, wear plaster, with a child held high. <br />The halo is tarnished. Waves, sand, will polish <br />To your preference. <br /> <br />Lady of the Lake, shake your hair, loosen torcs, <br />Let it drift free of it's hoard. <br />Clean. Comb the strands. <br />Wear veils that constrict, where nothing enters to <br />Shelter storms. Tides. <br />Hear no words to sway. <br /> <br />Lady of the Lake, open your hands, let gold flow. <br />Jewels float with night-lumin eyes, rainbow shells. <br /> <br />Wear no closed fingers by day or night. <br />No closed lips, unsmiling. <br />Release words to call hope from the depths, <br />Not from Heaven. <br />There is no mortgage to pay <br />On Heaven.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/katrina-mortgage-on-heaven/
