Yearly now the days they same
To blend in hue before her shaken knees
With each crest pinned unto bare chest
Infernos arise adjusting breadth
The maiden dreams of rivers
As if drowning would awaken his sight
In Sir Mountable
She’d pick her burden free
Allowing petaled stem to wilt at ease
Tending the troughs and stables clear
Lingers longest by the strongest steed
Caressing mane to where he rides toward fear
If but minute of fleeting passage
It were as if he were with her near
Before cocks call the morning sun
Many pails of water had spilt their last
Arms so limp from the repetitive
Yet she minded not a bit
For it gave her eyes the chance to espy him
The maiden dreams of rivers
Flowing swiftly through the vale
Smoothing over bridge, loving each her toes
To see her man that never knew the proper name she’d owned
Alive within his brilliant armored throne
Light bathes its charms,
Atop where metal meets each his jointed cracks of bone
All time steers clean dry
Even long past the dust has echoed its faintest cry
On more than one occasion
The keepers came to see
Her eyes caught in amazement
Staring into fields were songs of wrens weren’t sung
The maiden dreams of rivers
Atop the sparkling facades
Long and streaming flow
And deep into the darkness that undoubtedly dwelt below
It’s in this world of imagine
Where her heart becomes a queen
And within this overplayed drama
The knight becomes her king
As deep within the waters warm
Stirs the dreams of rivers served
A most chivalrous form
A moment sparking each her severed nerves
