Suddenly Swans
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I sit in quietude, with the moon as my light,
its fickle glow obscured by calico clouds.
The air feels heavy
as silence adds its weight to the brumous glume.
A bloated bullfrog croaks curses,
failing to attract an empathic ear.
And the blahs block the twinkling stars
upon this desolate riverbank;
as if they no longer exist!
Oblivion is the prize
in my tug-of-war between dream and reality.
I spy a ring of ripples in the inky waters,
and suddenly, swans swim into the moonlight!
Alabaster sculptures carved into the night;
their innate beauty touches my heart.
Uplifting my spirits, a smile reignites the candle of hope.
They're such a delight! A vision strong enough to break
the chains of depression
like sparks in the night, where once I saw only darkness.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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