Lady of the Lake

He was young and he rode along the river, raven-haired,
The fairest thing to grace those
steady banks in ages come and lost forever
And power laid upon him like a thousand secrets she would never know
And o she spoke in the lapping of the land, golden-tongued,
Her whispers fickle jewels along the sand, ephemeral and softly spoken
But he was wiser than his years and shed his hooves
To meet her there among the reeds
Where earth recedes.

There he stood as the silt caressed
the bottoms of his feet, circles formed,
Growing outward, drawing inward, gaining strength and going homeward
In the trumpeting of swans
In lilies laced upon a pond
She rose before him
Like the ice before the spring
And was a queen

Their touch was like a lover's, clear and sweet
Drenching and enfolding with no need for air or sunlight in the deep
And in the passions that they bared,
in pledges won and secrets shared,
They'd stand together in what destiny would bring
And crown a king