Water Lady

I met a lady by the stream
With flowing hair of octarine
Her skin was silver; her body lean
She sang to me of things unseen.

Of hidden worlds few mortals glean
Of mystic knowledge found between
The Realm of Men and Winter's Queen
Beyond the gates of opal green.

She wore a gown of silken dreams
And danced upon the drifting breeze
When she laughed so did the trees
And when she cried they dropped their leaves.

One Summer's night I made a ring
Of nettle bark and plain white string 
And gave my name to hear her sing
Of magic courts and fairy Kings.

Young was I when she began
A strutting cock of no sure plan
But once entranced and bound of hand
She stole the heart and left the man.

Time's meaning frayed within her song
The hours past, short and long
Seasons changed; the world moved on
And when she stopped all was gone.