River Queen

River Queen
She awakens now from the mists of time:
An infinite dream who unfolds her wings
And finds herself wakened to that rhythmic chime;
A thundering pounding, a graceful fling,
A dream flower now in the valley of gold
Where lore has now flowed upward the river.
The Lord of the Dance is the one they’ve extolled;
The Dance, the Dance, and he the great giver;
The magic, the music drift into my dreams;
She found herself leaping midst mazes of mist
Till her people come looking for there lost Queen
And the Lord himself comes to rebind their tryst;
‘Tis said nought will happen till their land fades away
And the people are woke by shores on the quay.