Lady Of The Lake

Lady of The Lake

A castle, shrouded by the mornings fog, stood alone in its silent vigil
Its walls beaten but unbowed, told of its everlasting strength
Each day its gates opened for the lone figure to emerge
He would follow the path that leads to the lake
A trail worn down by time, he knew it well
The trees bare of their summers cloaks protected his steps
The lake was still, no breeze disturbed its slumber
he sits on a rock over looking its calm
For it was here he had rediscovered his soul and purpose

It was a morning just like this, misty and still
When she came to him from the depths
She took him by the hand and led him across the beach
And talked of dreams and fears and renewed joys of life
She unlocked the chains to the anchors of his soul
And showed him magics, too many to behold
Then she held him through the night, as he slept in quiet slumber
As the sun cleared the forest the next morn she left, returning to the lake

So each day he walks down to this spot, her words engraved on his soul
And he waits for her, among the calm of nature
In hopes she will return from her watery home
And he speaks as if she was there, and hears her voice
Carried from the depths from whence she came
After an hours time he turns to the castle on the hill
Sorrow is held at bay by the memories of that time long ago
When she held him in her arms and revealed her sight to him
And as he enters the woods he turns for one last look
Till the morrow milady, he whispers to the lake
For as the sunrises and falls, I shall return to the Lady of the Lake’s call

Copyright November 2001 Mkesselring