Lady Of The Castle Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

LADY OF THE CASTLE

Her rosy tinted windows shine
On the bastion's tallest tower.
They reflect pure light upon the bower,
And scent her streams with mystic wine.

I have come from many miles away,
From northern lands to see her face,
Her smile of gold and her lips of grace.
I wrote of her in the diamond day.

And now that I found her in the gilded sun,
Happy as an angel, lost in reverie,
Her gaze runs through the very heart of me,
Down to the blooms where the vines are one.

Pensive is her mind, and blissful is the time
When we, as bride and groom to be
Are lost within an azure sea
Of holy love and sacred rhyme.

And when the moon does live and die
Over the boughs of emerald trees
With the solemn reverence I have for her
The fountains over the courtyard stir,
Sobbing to the starlit sky
With operatic symphonies.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ