Guinnevere

Guinnevere had green eyes Like yours, mi’lady like yours When she’d walk down Through the garden In the morning after it rained Peacocks wandered aimlessly Underneath an orange tree Why can’t she see me? Guinnevere Drew pentagrams Like yours, mi’lady like yours Late at night When she thought that no one was watching at all on the wall She shall be free As she turned her gaze Down the slope to the harbor where I lay Anchored such a short day Guinnevere Had golden hair Like yours, mi’lady like yours Streaming out when we’d ride Through the warm wind down by the bay Yesterday Seagulls circle endlessly I sing in silent harmony We both shall be free