the mountains of my soul are shaken
by the gentle brush of your velvet laugh
that echoes through the castle serenading
this mind grown weary of these nights alone

my eyes saddened by this test of time
this, dagger of improbability thrust into
our tranquil camelot of loving by the dogs of despair
who wish to cast our world into darkness
will soon be lifted by the presence
of your timeless beauty returned to me

the water runs cool and soft
in and around the statues
carved be the hands of devotion
a fountain of peace, hope and serenity-
you