LaLa Land

The lake was guarded by mountains taller than any giant you've fantasized of in your dreams; as I know you often do. Not the malicious kind, these were gentle, sheltering everything the light touched from the outside world. Walking around the lake; falling in and out of its beguiling trance, I was overcome with sadness. I was alone, like I often am these days, caught in a staring contest with the setting sun. My fingers aimlessly trailing through bushes of lavender,  imagining them as your fingertips searching for mine.  They did not hold on. As the sun set below the mountains of Lake Como, so did your ghost. With the last rays of light reflecting off the water like dozing eyelids fighting to hold on to the last moments of waking life, I longed to share this view with you.