Blazon's Court

In Blazon's court there grew a girl
Tall and proud and fair
As by a fence a young boy drew
Enchanted by her hair
As she danced and drew him out
From his solitary cove
In the hands of fate a friendship grew
That blossomed into love
Twas the thorns that men hath made
That drew the two apart
Her string tied to another kite
As dictated by the stars
Through life and worlds they roamed about
Led by time and destiny
Till once more they met wisened
Experience had set them free
White the hair on their heads
But the easel gleamed a page anew
Souls took refuge at last
In the music of their hearts