The Blue Queen and the Pond

A hand reaches down from above, to save me I stand half in and half out of the black pool but shore nor sand is me May I be the lighthouse to shed my brilliance o'er both for now I am caught torn, alone, and in no place no other place my eyes fly to a figure this flowing blue spirit queen of the dominion of the wood and she is I and I, her She has found our home though I will never know it less the tearful glimpses of bliss she, my spirit, wails to be apart and I am powerless for i can only live in the worlds within my reach my home is were I will never be my hearts desire I know naught about