When the Mists Rise

When the mists rise only then are we able to see the isle of apples known as Avalon.  Standing high above the land and the vapor clouds, is only seen, in the burning light of the golden dawn.  There the king sleeps, in his dreams there are the fates, who keep all his secrets, his regrets, and pretense.  And someday we'll go there too, and sleep, forever until we wake, with the dawn of the first new day.  My king I long to serve you, I long to be in your presence.  How I seek your hand, your guidance, even the scent of Avalon, and your presence brings me into ecstatic visions, of the highest and the most sacred land.