To gaze direct into those pools of liquid blue divine
And yearn to be at one with them, enchants the normal mind
Reflections shining bright through long fair tumbling tresses
And golden glow revealing clear suns silken close caresses.
Perception great with spirit free that fans to flame a spark
Of friendship true and open depth, where beats the purest heart
Soft laughter gently ripples in twilights warm embrace
With flashing smiles that soothe the eye, dear lady of the lake.
Sometimes appears disorder when sustenance comes rare
But natures patterned chaos provides with grace and care
In winter snow her depth is warm, as summer wine prepared
And rocks that frame her body bring comfort hardly shared.
Though with the snow she joins a while her substance to renew
The summer sun must kiss them both the marriage to bring true
I met her once by waters clear sweet lady of the lake
A body lithe and supple, swift movement, sure and straight.
I cast my soul upon her face eternal truth in quest
And shed of loves clear blood a tear with aching beating breast
Of loves true pain I learned too late to have but not to take
Gods spirit true and gentle free, my lady of the lake.
Copyright © 2009 Roger Grice – all rights reserved
