The Lady of the Lake

the lady of the lake
at the shores of the white sea does she wait
for the boat to take her home

her heart is heavy
oh, so heavy
with the hope of a million voices
with the strength of God's nations

she waits in silence
with the occasional trickle of a tear
that waters tiny flowers that spring at her feet

her mind is poetic
like the ancients spread thin through time
it is powerful, beautiful, but misunderstood
Oh, the lady of the lake

her eyes reflect the waves as they sing
a tribute to the wise
She waits for the hand of fate

her feet caked by the wetsand
her tears grow warm in the light of the sun
the shore croons alongside such a queen
who romances the visions she has forseen

-For B.