In search of your spirit, my NieNie

I walked slowly around our lake today.

As I stepped the steps we once stepped together

our voices were carried back to me in the breezes that rustled the leaves.

You'll have a wedding held among the lily pads

I heard you say as I gazed at the water lilies.

I hoped I would see your reflection in the water that softly rippled. 

I wondered if you were there

dancing in the branches of the willow tree,

or riding the tail of the dragon fly.

Maybe you were perched on the wing of the butterfly, fluttering through the air.

I looked for the graceful crane we often delighted in seeing.

Perhaps you were with her, watching on from deep within the reeds.