THE ECHO SPEAKS

Camelot Dreams


There are men so beautiful we fall in love with them over and over again...
With our hungry mouths open to conquest...to triumph over our sisters for
that one perfect Lancelot...
There are wounds that are so important that they never cease to bleed...
least we forget the whole world once revolved around that gapping scar...
And why should we remember that which is no longer us?
The fear to forget seems stronger than the fear of living with your guilt...
And it never makes any sense...that fear...that long standing desire to hate
what you know..
That passion to loath yourself for what was not controlled by you alone...

Women do this always in their lives...like to the moon phases...in her own
cycle...
Perhaps there are men who do it also for a woman that latches onto their mind
...
And they see in that woman's face the face of the Goddess...

The fire of desire is a powerful, mournful thing...
When you settle for second best..
And live your normal lives..

But never will you cease to see the face of that lost love...
The face of your Lancelot in the morning.

Lane Whitt
©Sept. 11, 2000

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