Lady of the Dancing Water

Grass in your hair
Stretched like a lion in the sun
Restlessly turned
Moistened your mouth with your tongue.
Pouring my wine
Your eyes caged mine
Glowing
Touching your face
My fingers strayed
Knowing.
I called you lady of the dancing water.

Blown autumn leaves
Shed to the fire where you laid me.
Burn slow to ash
Just as my days now seem to be.
I feel you still
Always your eyes
Glowing
Remembered hours
Salt, earth and flowers
Flowing
Farewell my lady of the dancing water.

-Crimson