Cathy Barry

Beyond reality
Past desire
Split from fantasy
Lies an enchanting legend
For only the true of heart may experience
Deep into the forest
Past the ruins of Granville
One may find the Lake called Cathy
Only the puriest of heart enter
One crisp morning
As the dew collected, loons sang and
Crickets chirped
Mr. Granville set off for the lake
The sun crept into the forest
As the lake came into view
Mr. Granville later recounted the following occurrence to his wife
I knelt down to get a cool drink
As I looked up I saw her “Cathy”
The lost girl of the legend
She wore a thin, light blue satin gown
Ever so gently to wind hugged her
She strolled the side of the lake
Running her bare left foot through the water
The forest didn’t make a sound
It was as if heaven had reached down and stopped time
Cathy, was the angel sent to live in the pure moment
She had long, flowing soft brown hair
Two enchanting eyes as clear as the lake
As she turned to greet the lake
Her light gown slipped off her body
The satin fabric rolled over her round, ample breast
I knelt in awe
She slowly entered the lake
As if to purify the waters
I watched as she played and swam through its crystal waters
After what seemed a eternity Cathy arose from the lake
She gently strolled a top the water
Light as a feather she glided to shore.
Soft morning light nestled her venus like body.
Cathy gathered her dress and disappeared into the woods
I sat in wonderment
Trying to rationalize what I just saw
She must have been an angel?