Princess in the Stream

In a time of promise and dreams
Lived a princess who was both of these things,
And it is there that he found his moorings.
His anchor set deep in the streams
Flowing with her royal extremes
Attracting all of his yearnings.

On the shores of the deep blue flow
Grew trees of the plushest prize flowers.
These blossoms gave the princess her powers;
Forming a bouquet time would slow,
Buried in their scent he would know
The finest of all his hours.

It is there that he lived moored to his hope
Until heavy rains cut his anchor’s rope.