on tranquil lake

glass-like smooth of even's yawn just I, myself, with one cob swan trace cursive paths upon the lake for we’re both OF the earth, not on so sets the sun to blow a kiss - in hushed glissades of feral bliss cleaving surface - gentle wakes o surely heaven’s much like this swan and I, we share these eves in feathered white tuxedo sleeves he follows while I row the skiff - my chaperon as daylight leaves I think perhaps he's lonely, too a-searching for a soul-mate who shares his love of blushing skies and parting mirrored lakes anew the water's darkened interludes reflect both images and moods hopes we held of love this morn are put to bed as day concludes ere we meet when dusk is drawn I’ll say a prayer that he'll be gone that one of us shall find true love ... for we’re both OF the earth, not on.