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
Copyright © Misty Hunter | Year Posted 2006
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