The Mists Of Avalon (For Cheryl)

deaf angel
lay your laurelled head down
on the forest blue
black bird sweeps low
circling long forgotten pools

silent shadows
of days gone by
fall from high above
light breaks the black haze
its beauty burns brightly
far up above
the forest jeweled crown

sways as you sleep
sleep wandering soul
your journey has come to an end
beneath veins of frost
six dew drops fall
the lush garden awaits your dream
the lush garden waits for your dream

deaf angel
lay your laurelled head down
on the forest blue
black bird sweeps low
circling long forgotten pools