Lady Of The Avalon Poem by Steve Trimmer

My heart yearns for thee
Surpassing mere velleity
I weep, as thou hast left
Returning to the Avalon
Place were Nereids swim
Thus, on the proximo
Thou shalt be but a memory unto this bourne
Yet, I shalt ne`er forget thee

Dear Lady of the Avalon
In reveries I see
Assignations meet fruition

These appellations quoth I:

'In mists of Avalon we met
My doxy sweetheart doth behest
Rend of heart, tryst hath torn
Accosting modernity, thus forlorns

This melic poem I sing to thee
I bade portents, roan mare of sea
Laquacious hippocrites are blind
For the mists protect our love through time

Come with me, Branwen so fair
Our scallop shell doth take us there
Philtre hinged, our love entwined
Foam of sea, met with sweet brine'

Lady of the Avalon requites me
With passionate eyes of approbation
With slender fingers, caressing my face
Then....back to the sea goeth She
My Branwen

Back into The Mists of Avalon
Wert I, with mattock in my heart
Gazing ever eastward
With doleful, welling eyes

For I miss my Lady of the Avalon