Erasing the Black
Twittering squeaks, the Swallow calls
Harboring inside these darkened walls
High in the loft, of the barn where she rests
Calling her mate to come back to the nest
Majestic beauty come to me once more
Together we'll spread our wings and soar
Singing our song with the rise of the sun
Perfect harmony between two loved ones
Memories of flights over fields of green
I was your knight, you were my queen
Flitting and fluttering we were in love
No longer swallows, we were now doves
Hearing his calls, her mate has come back
Her day's been brightened, erasing her black
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014
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