My Lady Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

MY LADY

My lady lives in luxury up high,
In a tower of a castle by the sea.
She is well acquainted with majesty,
And she dreams of fair love with a longing sigh.

There is a tranquil, blue river that does run
Through her bowers of roses below
Her ornate balcony and her terraced window,
At one with the gold of the summery sun.

She likes to pine in long, white dresses,
And in soporific trances
She ascends to lofty reveries,
As symphonies gleam like ethereal dances,
In her mind and in her tresses,
Of azure blues and ebonies.

John Lars Zwerenz