I stood by the River of Life, fresh from my watery home
sunlight dropping through the trembling leaves like rain.
And in my vision, a dark fisher prince appeared,
eyes filled with a spell binding night.
At my back a rustling in the leaves, I turned to see,
my woodland king, eyes flashing a warning; too late…

Time like a great wave stood still against the sky,
My heart wrapped gently in his silky net.
A liquid spirit… captured, the wave crashing down,
wings helpless against his strange beauty.
Overcome with the sleep of mortality, drifting, dreaming…

He stole me away to his emerald kingdom,
A mystical wood, carpets of moss, high on a hill,
Gifts of the earth, colors of every kind, lay before me
Magic mushrooms gathered at our feet, like children
The mantle of the demon removed.
He reveals a tender spirit tentative and sweet for my eyes alone,
stirring a fire; no oceans to quench...deep within me…

At day’s end he comes to me in the darkness of night,
the waters of my home dripping from his nets.
He takes me, takes my breath, a gentle wolf,
In the light of morning our souls join in heavenly journeys,
the wise ones looking on, clearing our path,
showering us with blessings, icy realms and sumptuous feasts…

He steals into my dreams, the darkness warm and safe now.
My heart straining with mortal feelings for him, love they call it
My dark fisher prince; spirit of light, a poet’s soul.
The healing waters pour from my eyes to sooth his restless mind,
thoughts of peaceful days to come spent in each other’s arms,
As we float…along the river of life, dreaming…